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what Work is?
the morning sea of silence broke
rippling into songs of birds. the tides of people
starting to work. we went out in search
of something. no-
-one knows what.
busy markets and cities crowded. people running
into each other. we moved
sandy desert, sand chocked throat, no
water or even sweat.
they left me, i saw them
i saw the blue lipped horizon
swallow them. no more
i rest now. i lay my body on the green grass
tied tight
motionless
in shackles of numbness
i think
what Work is?
