POUNDING OF FEET

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The pounding

of feet

on city streets

leaves an echo

in my ear

 

the heartbeat

of living meat

sweaty indecision

shadowed by

intense fervor

 

the aroma of night

with shattering glass

splintered vision

into fragmentary glance

of pure light


heed, finally,

the words of shamans

as we prepare

for the final stages

of the century

 

the bitter end

to a bitter millennium

in which

the heart of humanity

was nearly ripped out

 

and yet still

the threat is real

take heed indeed

We are not yet 

out of the woods

 

 

 

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