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Patched Loop
Landed among the
detritus - we colonized,
gave form to the rubbish.
Felled by some such thing
that looses itself from where
we dare not lay an eye.
Those slipping through cracks
live to be necessity.
Whereby, they live like thieves.
No plague nor disease
take match to the arms we bear
in our conceived despair.
Prevalent change comes,
history is skewered by
whatever; life renews.
