The individual is gone-
A distinct adventure-
Watch – another cubicle erected
What’s wrong with dust?
First sunrise to show the rest-
Weathered, exhausted, satisfied-
Do we need to consult on words-
Patch the warriors mouths with more-
But then, they never were
What’s wrong with the hoe and wishing for rain?
The seeds show strength when growth continues-
Can we go back
It’s gray – We can see our breath
We are ahead of the morning
mtaggartwriter 
Wait
Does he or doesn’t he
As the dust settles
We walk aimlessly
Wonder
Shaking our lives
Washing our hands
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