Everybody has secrets
Everybody has dreams
The dogs are combing the soil
Whatever this is comes to light
Breaks the glass
Arrows down range
Cannot stop now
Jump. Scream. Dance. Throw up.
Nothing works except for the wind
That you cannot control just like that arrow
Futile exercise, empty words, worthless life
Question is, what now?
I dream of answers, and youth, and viability.
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From Saigon I hear echoes of your abbreviated childhood.
Fire and tears then silence and more silence.
It's more than all mixed up
It's finished, interrupted, devastated.
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