Betwixt will and what will be
there is emptiness
strength
and wisdom, long withstanding
there are cherry trees
and cotton fields
there are dreams.
Betwixt every and nowhere
there is shelter
blood
and tranquility, solid and unmoving
there are windstorms
and locomotives
there are mortals...like me.
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