Let the dawning calmness lamps, looks;
languish attack by thorns in lights,
cotton feet to dissolve in the hoe
to stretch defeated shadows with weakness.
Soft monstrosities discourage joys,
fears for a day naked to faceless fog;
to awaken silent dumb processions for
bread, a rite banal, conciliation savagely.
Right for the jubilation, left for dread,
the mother forced to beg son, to walk,
when the roads grip suddenly in hunger's marathon,
in silent shocking mockery of contortion.
An aurora through routes of torments,
a crackling in surge of innocent hungry gazes,
climbing on the slopes of burning questions;
to upset left fishes whispering among the pond.
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