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The Strength of Callouses

August 15, 2011

Waking from a muddy sleep,

That doused me in a weakness.

Arms staid at my sides present

A bone and flesh bulwark

And existence like a slicker

To fend


All sense

Of humanity.

Feelings slip off

I heed them not.

A slithery subsistence

Allows for smoother travels

By people slipping off my back, my feet, my arms and ears.

No time for tears, fears, or desires.

The sum must slough from me.

And perhaps the path left in hindsight

Causes wretched stares.

I look back none, I turn a heel

And go right on my way.


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