Thus is life,
One long chain of moment-to-moment victories.
This galloping onward despite
Calcaneus screaming for us to stop,
The flesh hangs down in surrender; Bleeding.
We keep on
Suppressing that still, small voice that hungers to
Be still and know.
Oh, this dancing poly-happening...
Multiple sirs owe us!
We bang our fists on the dinner table.
We keep on,
Suppressing that little hungry voice
Catch your breath, wipe away your tears,
Let's go.
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