TV shows a bad storm coming. Osama still breaths. A worm,
no spine. I still keep watch but now inside US of A. Knives
sharpened, weapons oiled, boots laced tight. Eyes watchful,
nerves steady, demeanor calm. One mind compartment check
alpha.
One compartment checks bravo. Why I ask? The answer is always
the same. Are you a giver yet, is your walk soft, do you have
room for another? Tough questions all. Yes, yes, and I don't
know. Ask her when she comes. The jury of my peers.
Why is it winter that screams for plans, answers, feelings,
remorse, reflection. My answer. Something about the cold.
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