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Sunday, 26 February 2017

After High Winds

After high winds
          crowds gather
          to assess the damage done;
in a sense making meaning fumbling:
for a moment reminded
of their insignificance.

Afraid to admit afraid
afraid that each day lived
            small helpless
            truth distracted
            their last,
afraid the earths breath rage
            their snuffing out.

Let the earth do what it will:
Let the winds come:
Let them blow down what we have
             built created,
             all the while us

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