Exhort retort rebuff resort
To the key skeleton
History past us three exists back
We took the higher ways
Not the future that's a shell
Of hell and bottom dwellings
We hermits live in other homes
Whose lives are dead like ours
The hurt that spurts from all our wounds
Bring our minds together
It's much like blood and mud and buds
Mixtures that must grow
Throw gathering into the wind
And receive booms back
Sound ships, old fish and the man
Whose prerogatives no longer preempt
Stalling is fair in modernity and war
Pause, then, and contemplate
Contemporary swell
Tsunamic minute length
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