Lonesome foibles gathering in bundles, swearing to
stay together as they pass under bridges that span
earth.
Today all levels of justice stand alone and
incorporate ethics of yesterday, while forgetting
morals we grew up with.
Antagonizing listless movement while standing
still in monumental fortitude, aspiring to great
heights as I sit in dire need.
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