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Somewhere between then and now
on concrete structures near and far
the banging drum did once announce
how torrid was the bleeding scar
sacrificed for phoenix rise
So, own it if with blinking
eyes they all respond
for tides ride high still fall upon
the mere gesture
sometimes troublesome of
what it all means
when you can't just turn it off
shape. shape. shape. shape. shape.
wake.wake.wake.wake.wake.wake.
_C. Spencer (just now 2010)_