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Parked South
Only death can make you think
How we, how you, how I
Manage to endure it all
Yesterday rising to tomorrow fall
Gossamer we are, pulled apart by time
Obsequies has humanity well bound
Drawing us closer toward the brink
That only tenuous joy is all we have
Hollow yet, is that lesson once we learn
Each who arrives must depart again
Yearning will not one’s destiny deny.
