I ,we

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    I ,we

                 

    Terrified of the imminent collapse
          Yet oblivious to the unpredictable

    Tentative to any advance
          Yet scathing of any restraint.
    Drenched by slow motion apprehensiveness
          Yet completely without complaint
                             
    Find no reason in these utterances
           Yet find smugness at the close of every line
    Clamped down by an unsearching finality
           Yet still emerging fresh faced every time                                                                                                                                                    Side by side we squabble childlike
         Wrench reality from indecision
    Back to back wey shoulder each other
         As twins do when bullied

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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