In The End
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Eric Cockrell
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Did not the sun, awkward
On that first morning,
Stumble into dawn,
As if some stranger?
How different, revealing sameness?
How far to be so close?
(As if wars demanded reason,
And dead bodies, but seeds!)
How can we hear the voices?
Pretending reason does not exist!
When all that's left to us is loving,
And time betrays us in the end?
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