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In Passing We go not lightly From this world. The longing is relentless For the cares and cravings We call our life. Drown us and we would Cling to the surface with Taut fingers useless Against the cold water. Cast us from a glass cliff. We cry of urban miracles, Surfing in the wind To a safe and final, Untruthful end. Touch another flesh in the Groin taut turning Of our need. Love we find To hide our loneliness. We are dust scattered On an unknown ground. Gathered in patterns. Cast, scattered, gathered Again To no purpose. This we know, As the sand weeps for the tide, The hills for the cold rain Of spring. |
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