IT JUST GROWS
Within us there may rise an urgency
We can hold in our hands some newer plan
Major advancements, possibilities
We shall burst forth onto the crusty earth
Like salt from the tongues of thirsty hermits
Who spit random indistinct scatterings
Or we may be lost there in our desert
Just another bit of grit in the boot
Forever sand, yet individual
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