DEMARCATION
Inherit the wind, my lovely; be not
scared - nor rueful - be neither.
The spirit holds the lamp that
holds the light within.
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Listen back to harken doleful to
a childhood face - of eyes and
smiles and a nearly perfect joy.
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Oh, them...that circus is always
in town. They park their raggedy
trucks and cars on every path
of grass and green they find.
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High, high in the sky overhead -
some purposeful polar jet is running
northward, leaving its trailing wake
in the nether sky.
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