The Ache of Our Estate
we hoard for hearts busted by our storm
we enable the swarm caused by our norm
stability is tainted by uneven balances of change
i wonder what the central truths of ourselves can possibly arrange
you stay in your kerchief and i in my cap
for once we unwind from our zigzagging entwining, it is all pretty much a rap
when the laughter comes and the frustration and tears dissipate,
we are finally able to create the antidote to adequately cure the ache of our estate
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