Back to work

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Back to work.

To dream of friends again.

Or better

to sing to the waterfall

for all our destinies.

Yes.

This seed my soul will plant to grow for

ten

thousand

years

this time.

These hands

womb

all heat, pumping

cog turning

our wilderness of death and mystery

seeking purpose amongst wolves

the pack and its bitch.

They could never be you,

vulture.

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