Shackles of our Youth

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In what sun

will the moon be betrayed?

From this earth

the universe will be more miniscule.

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I watched the alley door slam

into the green dumpster, and

the shadows made shadows

upon themselves.

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Fall silent.

Climb vociferous.

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There is nothing else for us here,

but far off sorrows,

and marginalized acclaim.

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