New faces with old eyes
Slow comprehension defiant.
Nerves run out of rhyme
And no dying.
Deep gaspings.
Rutling air
Makes only blank eyes.
Smell of raw earth
Invoke dry fumes
Scattered lazily
From an extinguished fire.
Nothing comes from nothing.
Striving alone remains.
-1991
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