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Unavoidable Mortal Sojourn
Unavoidable Mortal Sojourn
David J Walker
We come from a place of
Faded imaginations
Drifting in waves
In past shades of
A different sunlit afternoon
That bakes bronzed skin in
Tones of a next thanksgiving
We bow our heads in prayer and
Sinful humiliation
Expecting a regeneration
Of our own recondite youth
An embattled ineffable truth of
An unavoidable mortal sojourn
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