Skeptical,
by which we have thoughts.
By which we have continual range.
How we remember the days prior
and how we dance,
dwell,
in the everlasting hope.

Shocked,
at how we drape ourselves
in cloth,
how we manage to keep ourselves dry,
under the darkest, heavy skies.

Stunned,
at how we age,
how we count the years;
Tallied on a wall, reminding us of past,
but keeping us alive.

Suspicious,
of the wondrous glory;
The ways in which we prepare for dreaded fate.

Skeptical,
of how we hold each other
accountable. How the weakness,
forces my head down,
to sleep.

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