stemming the tide of words that flow
racing before life in full finishes
as one ebbs to life diminished
the other to carry on words in the wind
the other no longer here to say
in ways fit, for one cannot sit
witness in life rags, where others drift
with life in tatters to now sift
to piece back like a sewn repair
the visible tear ne'er, the invisible stitch
not always seen with the naked eye
where alone now to jump hoops high
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