.We,
The black-streaked, bag-eyed husbands
Move, waiting to be widowed
By the passing of familiar skies
And all we've come to know.
Our shadows
Have my sympathy,
'Cause they must never wish to be
Joined beneath, unwillingly,
Our endless, restless feet.
So, praise.
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