When everything you possess is gone:
You will be but a sign on a train bridge to jab the social conscience.
You will remain the name that someone associates with a debt, whether paid or not.
You with impunity will be unencumbered to fill your life with a whole bunch of new stuff.
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If by chance yours fell from grace
Would you lower your hand
To lift them from that place?
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No revelation
The product of
Their square root
Was un-whole.
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Form and colour
Craft in processes
Superior to design,
Chases opportunity
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A long time ago and far away
Or maybe here just yesterday
They looked across lands cold back
Where dangers lurk in forests black
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Strobe light trees peripheral spread
Clear vision and opaquely flashed
Inside flicking on a malignant head
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Sinking sand spit
Lapped cold keel,
Shoreline settles
Nudging wings to heel
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Ever true and verdant keen
City buds in spreading green
Gridded streets of kenyon glen
Ulmus seed in paler ken
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Atatürks' children pace beside the fence,
Listening and watching carefully as
The neighbours reinvent domestic violence,
destroy their home and charitably
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She came back today
But wouldn't stay,
Made no demands
And nothing to say.
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