A vast world carries new messages,
Beckoning a loose confederation of warriors
To the brink of suicide and homicide,
Other words desire a sentence of lies.
The curious soldier is complete with backpack,
Similar bonds abide in the soul and body
Of the user of his religious attributes.
He is a horizon-walker bereaving and
A collector of berries down in the earth.
Clay is the void, and flowers are the thin stalks
So deprived of beauty that once they loved.
A vast thought has been enthralling him,
Like most horizon-walkers he is asleep
Working a fitness or lunch, philosophically
Believing in days of his lusts.
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