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As sure as the day
When all seems just
Still I stir
Gently teased by the warmth of tempering words
Yet still I shiver
Here’s to the rattling of so many devalued bones
And to the every man who is prudent,
Whose words are actually acknowledged and heard, that truly knows
A mere glitch to those
The supposed all-knowing souls
To whom the sum of my parts, is actually all that make me whole
To those of whom not a line is blurred
And liberty’s offered yet cautiously served
Each day is tomorrow’s eve
The day before enduring much the same as today
And the quest for quiet moments within them
Just to pray
Seeking a shift in the wind,
Just one promising turn
And a reason to rise for one more day
