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Observant of the Street Holiday

When I listen
    to the voices of the rocks
    crunched beneath my feet
        I find I can't move
        because those voices are so sad
            And I'm paralyzed
                with guilt
                (poor rocks)
When I finally take the time
to see the people who pass by
    on the streets
    on the rooftops
    and stages
    of all sorts
        I find
            I'm paralyzed
- because I took the time to see -
    That everyone seems to be fighting
    back tears - fighting back
    rage - fighting back the
    urge to strike the concrete
    with their fists until they
    break - fighting back the
    flood - fighting back
        fighting back
        fighting back

A Collapse of Meaning

The Marching Women