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What causes a heart to quake

The earth to jut meadows into mountains

Men live to conquer

What causes a muse to erase

All that takes place before and after its rising

And, still remain unchanged

Like puppets that talk

We are what we are

Vultures taunting the weak and dying

With marketing minds

Infiltrating insecurities with lies

Of a culture content in creating its own demise

As beauty outpaces wisdom

And, slowly erases the need for age

And, the lessons hidden beneath a gray head of hair

What causes a turnabout

To halt the feet as if a block of concrete

Composed of a thousand epiphanies

What cause the heart to hear

Is it the mind or the soul

Or, something else all together

This, my puppet mouth just spoke:

I am what I am.

Cut my ropes!