</>Well-nigh dead
Amongst the crowds of soldiers
In some measure
we're training ourselves to believe in our earth
but it is too perilous..
Pausing in the midst of the march,
I rested my eyes on you.
The followers at my back kept their footfalls
which have never died down
I was the wittiest, 'cause
I know how to stop.
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