we are all patterns
of the same junk.
we are strung from
the same clumsy hands
that result in
the design of knots.
we are wretched.
we are brave.
we are blind.
the wind
kicks us in the teeth
and all that we have left
is sharp bone
and the calcification
of everything that remains.
Glad you're back at work, Beatnik. Get after it!
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