Lured into a trap to blame
generic brand of anguish
mixed with random sticks and
stones buried centuries ago
by some child at play deriving
inspiration from game obsessed
with details left here by local
custom put in context far from
inkling of solace spread across
graves of those who perish in
ignorance like some tourist
of the hidden sea and vessel
of luminous sadness scanning
the horizon while missing
wind that shakes whole body
to renew itself each time
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