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Swagger

Peace through Strength. Wars to end Wars. Reborn mantras slip off tongues of the freshly deluded as they swagger across

Spare me the postings Of festival elephants Facebook friends And twitter feed. I have already found The links I need.

Their sirens overpowered the mill’s wildest percussions, ram’s horns, shofars, stirring the flocks. Our fears tunneled back to the last

What is the end? A time or a place? On what attaching fact does it hinge? Is it propelled forward

Never went to war Don’t know what it’s like When team members go down, Bleed out, get shipped home Like

There is more to morning than coffee

When nothing about me is beautiful anymore

Slowly searching in the sea of life, The sound of birth echoes within me that night; I search for passion,

I heard you cried When the yearling died All that money lost And precious time. The deal you made With

Before our opinions, you were as confident and brash as I was tentative and timid.