tear at the relentless gods who
put us here
in our moiled carnage
our time could be spent
other than
wasted leaning
towards
this machine
to strike for a
minor chance,
unless sensibility overcomes first
like lovers we might need
and might be needed
so that the generous miracle might work
that finally,
words and words and words and words
might move forward toward
something.
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