this dream was full of calumets
of troughs and tubes a-twine
i found that i had meerschaums
and viaducts in mind
along these raging vessels
was a man who played a flute
by the swift canals of water
on a corn cob, i did toot
and i espied conveyors
there were spouts and hose and vents
and hints of peaceful wisps
that emanated from some tents
a vast array of plumbing
sewer lines and hookahs, seen
through this dream i smoked and tunneled
yet i don't know what it means
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