Accumulated In Transit

THE CALMING STRIKE

These words are stilled
The rapturous homestead
I am intended
A stand eased yet fleeting
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Removed of recognition
Who are we outside we?
Retreatists and widows
Anchored hopes
Tilling regretted earth
A crimson line
An unfavorable season
Are we empty or unfilled?
Taken yet not bled
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A stand fleeting not eased
Am I intended?
The rapturous homestead
These words are stilled