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the winds come,
this night,
deciding what will be
and what will have us
in the morning;
how much will be gone
and how little left
for us to live on,
move on,
be on,
be in,
pretend to win
against Nature's might,
cast down here,
through the night;
fools, we are,
to cast our hopes
on a distant star,
which next minute
could simply fade,
and leave life as we know it,
big time in the shade:
the mightiest forest,
laid flat,
no longer a glade,
a haven,
a respite,
but merely a blade
or two, of what originally
kept it;
we dance around the campfire,
and sing,
"we are those, who brought death
to everything."

October 24, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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