We cling to concepts
unkempt unbreakfasted
while gathering stuck
keeping it together during
transition to the outside
waterfall, remember
how humans keep their
hands clasped on staves
their tracking ever still
while flying with a goal
will it keep this mood
or will maintenance mess
with the working definition
to protect it from trouble
all our valuables, symbols
of conquests are placed with
care where undisturbed
they will mark forever
the meaning of manual
arrangement which is only
known by an arranger
in a dark and holy
cave of commemoration we
still the half-life and decare
inviolability for bounds
significance for signs.


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