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Anchor to the Flight III


Anchor to the Flight III


Strolling beneath nonstarter storms,

Their sultry slate compressing

The wheezing air, what do we do

When we’re slow-changing?

And the world is rapid and rapacious

Without end?


We start the storm, as brave-ish

Fools, stir the cup with reasoned

Prods. And then, and then, we

Let karma come, to gift us

Disaster and its teachings.

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