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Poetry for the Moment

Poetry for the Moment
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Want.

Want,

we want so much,

we see so little.
Open your eyes!
he cries.

We are blind to our desires,

is that what he is saying?

On the road outside,

which passes so near,
bikers stream past,
engines throbbing
with the wantonness of spring.
They pulse by,

each a single beat in a long song of freedom.

With our backs to the doors,

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