We grow weary
in mustering might,
making meaning,
meaning might.

Gathering exposes cavities
we desperately try to fill.
But building on sand
requires constant maintenance
and we repeatedly fall
soon to rise no more.

And while our face
in is the mud
we discover
WE
are
the sacrifice.

As we give up
and give in
we are remade
and freed
from the making.

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