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I was busy, I was occupied. I was burning the fields

A wind of black was blowing over me, and when the

Cilia revealed all the ash lining my lungs, I heard a

Song. I heard a whispering. I gave my torch to the

Flame. I counted out the numbers silently, a list of

Places and names that I’d best get back to, at least

Where I soon to find leave or release. To sing again

Now and then; now, at least

On to death, and on to dignity; on to flowering the

Grave. On to faith, and on to piety, on to sending away

All the tools our dynasty yields: All these papers and

Axles and wheels, On to quiet, on to silence

On to still

It’s not unsustainable, so don’t even try to explain

Me away. We can make it, love — we can bend at the

Knees, we can fall and still we can recover. It’s not

Unsustainable, dont' say it; it’s not unsustainable

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