"Patterns of the moon"
phases of our speech
the costly throwaways
and the living pain
the plastic bodies of
crutches beyond reach
the performative acts
the rhyming of the rain
a band of children
walking in the rain
the things we've done
we called them deeds
there the dark shooters
here they come again
never solid enough
none quite missed enough
not even close
or just me
or none
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