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"Aptly Solved" (by Joe DiMino)

Strange how the wind
Seems an unrest—
For I know the science
Of air and droplets;
And the earth
Has no thirst,
No missions…
Yet, awakened
By spasms
And groaning
I saw a world age
Wrinkle and crack
In a brittle instant—
So, to say
The wind has no voice
And rivers and sea
No semblance to blood
Is to say the sun has
Only light, no showing
And the moon without
Its dreams
And life all illusion
Aptly solved
By the grave…

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