Still
the past sits
by our pains-plate
like a crow waiting to
eat the carcass of our dreams.
And tear-streams of gathered debris dirge
our freedom songs and rival a river
flow of reborn vision aiming for
the mountaintop against the
fury of status quo
Stillers
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