DEMANDS
Sky-fury; the overhead commands
are trouncing the black night sky.
Something moves, afar, not I : Like
an ancient human glancing high.
Held in check, old emotions are
roiled once more : this stint of
old tribes and migrating hordes
crosses over lands and waters.
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How we've managed, thus far,
not just to 'do,' but to explain
ourselves - and to each other -
I'll never understand. Sky fury,
the black, deep, night commands.
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