in the quiet solitude from
the absence of rain, we
attempt to listen and reflect
about our finite limitations,
since we presuppose purpose
and rely on generated hope
from the same faith that
generated the rains to fall and
wash away all the vestiges
of hate and innocence, allowing
reachable common ground
from educated affluence while
looking down on all others in
an obvious oblivious manner.
3Apr14
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