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Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Condemned


Alone and drifting
Searching for the way, guideless
Wailing in the wind

Hollowed by the light
Still as a pillar of salt
There is no recourse

There is no harvest
All my clever thoughts, like seeds
Cast in the dry fields

We leap for meaning
Like green shoots reaching for light
Wither and fall down

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