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The Wild Rest
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Excerpts From "Porched Hopes" The Wild Rest
Was not the world
Of kindled sorts
Of ways fighting familiar
Dreams destined for soil
The seed in need of cover
Weight to warm
The darkness chanced
Was not the wild
For tame's sake
To plow unto the unforgiven
A muster of years dampened
Rain allowing quench
Was not the living
For dying's sake
Tormented unto teams
Bound together by the rough
The vagrant and the seen
Where is not the world
In hours spent
Inside fallacies
Mortal means
The gain left unreplied
How not the wild rest
When not the living wake
Was not the world amongst
Was the world not need
