obligation
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We are all renters here
Living in borrowed space
Here and there, far and near
For the entire human race
Cracked, weathered, pig-skinned tools
affectionately craft
softest, supple, virgin-hands of suede.
Desert: my mountains,
sky scrapers: your zenith.
Let innocence climb high,
The hatred residing within youIs testing my obligation to love you.What heart?That stone?That stone that cuts through the water, plunging to the bottom.It is caught in your toes.
