It's here that we
Rock back and forth on our heels.
We select epithets for each other
In blinding Light
We make decisions,
it's coarse, it's here.
We side step the just
Engorge on the obvious,
Deal in platitudes.
We enter and exit sweetly,
Subtly, ever so congenial.
On our time
this earth spins.
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