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"You come looking for things we don't have."
Incriminating, sullen
I watch my footprints disappear as wind moves through knap
as others take up my path
drink up my wrath from seething buckets outside impenetrable doors.
stand there, like that, improbable pose
forcing compression
a lasting impression, holding ground
on moving ground, falling into spaces between,
neither hiding nor searching
slipping or fighting.