Rein
Hey people
-young and old
-the awake and asleep
-of sexes and gender
-the mixture
-all of you
-read please
-and then help
I call for SOS and Mayday
-find me rein
-must end this movement
-it hurts me with each move
-and flight
-burns my heart
Every time I lift eye
-at each offsetting eye
-on matters and space
-vacuums my inside
-all of them come in mind
-and I think
Thinking, thoughts must stop
-please help; I need rein!
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