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You Trudged Lonely as the Earth
by Mark Hunter
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You trudged lonely as the Earth
that sinks to depths under water and sea.
Then gradually I hear a loner
a one, sole, scarlet rose
beneath the land, above the trees
screeching and halting in the torrent of the hurricane.
Puzzled like the ripples that dull
and blacken in the murky sludge,
we draw within, to disappear,
our vacation from that which is real.
Rigor mortifying in deathly stillness.
The particles above stopped; and they
were outdone by the particles in depression.
A construction worker should be solemn,
out of such a glum company.
You glanced - or glanced - and lots of ignorance
What poorness the emptiness to you had left.
For never, when under my chair I sit
in filled-to-capacity and in emotional mind
we sucked in that outward ear
which is the evil of togetherness
or before my brain with hatred empties
and stomps upon the rose.
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