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Remind me how life falls
into place between the cracks
holding helpless strangers at bay.

Windows filter voices and noise
for us to construct the dialogue.
Translations lack the full geist
but they fulfill the sense of
adventure sans obligation to
the actors standing in attention.

The yells that never reach burning ears
are for society's state of disrepair.
Forgiveness' absence against past sins.
We don't care to understand
the fright when others disappear.
Space alleviates burden's uproar.
The lore we decide to unwind and deplore.
It all floats among refuse.

Symptoms of a world distanced
from one another. We barricade doors
so we may facilitate without caution our lies.
When did our life fail to
step around the cracks and stop caring?

© Hesher John

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