An Empty Field
I waited an instant
Before being before becoming
A morsel for this world’s tasting: this not-to-be
Has its being as a bearer of beliefs
Standing in a barren field, tumbleweeds
Stacked against barbed wire fence
And the distance too far
To run to catch the sunset
Before being before becoming
A morsel for this world’s tasting: this not-to-be
Has its being as a bearer of beliefs
Standing in a barren field, tumbleweeds
Stacked against barbed wire fence
And the distance too far
To run to catch the sunset
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