Do not know why you are turning back,
Come dance and rejoice, form us up.
There’s time enough for destinations,
In droughts the time resounds and laughs.
We are coming forming and foraging,
Forbid the laughter of force, aborting.
Aching and accusing the force is deluding,
Demeaning and delving.
Be still as you walk as a demolished person,
Empty of wings and food.
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