WHAT WE ARE
By Dynamaso
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White skeletons pose
in rooted swagger,
limbs reaching up
into the swollen, grey sky.
Streamers of foliage
sway about in the constant wind
of progress rushing beneath.
I breathe in nicotine and exhaust
and wonder why I’m tired.
The night before may
have finally caught up with me.
I look down at our magenta chariot
and see you looking back,
almost like my reflection.
You give me a practiced
Elizabethan wave and smile
your love at me.
Once again, I am stunned
at my good fortune.
We are a team meant
for greater glories we’ve yet to fashion.
Soon, the not-so Great Dividing Range
slips past and we sit in
comfortable silence.
I wonder how it got to
be this good so simply.
After ruminating, I realise what we have
would never be considered simple.
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I love: 'After ruminating, I
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Hmm.... It's hard to
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I kind of agree with my far
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'White skeletons pose in
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