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Mar 6
Like the rain down a well
it comes down easy
down my spine

Like the wind through a passage
it comes through easy
through my spirit

Nothing to gather
nothing to chase
no reason
no rush
no rhyme
no punctuation

The air is open
the ground is firm
the time is near

All at once
once and for all
there is nothing to answerβ€”

Not even myself.
Marc Morais
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Marc Morais  55/M/Canada
(55/M/Canada)   
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