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The Procession-critique?

Posted to Action Poetry

There is nothing here
We have accrued to some
Ancient calling and have found
Nothing at the end of
The trail but a bitter
Emptiness and a cliff
The mad impulse of a thousand fleeing buffalo
The adrenaline junkies need
The instinctual desire to return
To the womb falling with no wings
And we jump....