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What was left in our hands 
after risk and awards were given to seekers? 
Sign of grace at hairpin bends 
was absent.Nobody was speaking. 


A moratorium was announced. 
Somebody will have a glimpse of the moon 
through the interstices of pain. Not 
a word will be uttered for the elite 


ravines of truth. Blessings of facts 
will interact with amnesias. The bribery 
of bleeding will extract a price. I 
am moving the wheels of doubt. The 
vulture of time throws a shadow.