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Moving on in a mirror-less sky

The day is not reflected

In gray waves that flow by

Posturing for a moment

With promises of the absurd

Days drive away mendacity

With all that I've heard

Still, we dance

Kick up our heels

On future graves

Create romance

No matter what it yields

Whether feast or famine

Rot in fields of plenty

Or starvation when we examine

The scarcity of our souls

In the end, it's the need

And the bleed for each other

That just might make us whole