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Push mud without mathematics
Sludge, pus
All holes overflown
With humanity. We came here
And brought music
Told stories of gods
To the rumbling ravages torn
Cloth stained in earth
It will be centuries before I leave here
Forgotten promises lost
Beneath wooden wheels barely built
To function
Rain soaked structures made of rock
Bound to fall if pressed, believing
In prayer like a sea of dirt
Black between eyes, white
Every villager survived on roots
And lake water
If the sun ever comes back
I will find another planet
Made of rock
And take my stories with me
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