objectified...

with the only object
to discover you
new
every moment
i travel...
wandering aimless...

with the only object
to plant rush of love
in you...
every ticking by
minutest moment...
i fly haply...
singing merrily...

with that only object
designed and printed indelible...
i sail
across seas and oceans
every tiny moment...
of this life...

(and i know
this clip of mine
is in no way objectified
like that Gary Hustwit made
way back in two thousand nine...)

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