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Down All Down


All down
I felt your hand at me
Pieces and pieces fell
Hurts... like mortar grinding...
Me...! Me..! Me!!!... I said
You..! You..! You!!!... you said
Where it lay
Pieces were rubble

All down
Not gone... down
The stakes showed
The purpose...
Put to a simple defining thing
Who? What?
I watch. I feel. I wait.
I wish.
In a muddy world
Life could not move through it
Without becoming the mud.

To be kept down
Til one finds the mortar
To build it again.

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