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The Catch

Benjamin Miller

In the hollows, futility -
see the stones you gathered
fall to one side of the hill,
and then another. See wolves

pursue the sun's redundant toss;
they won't return. Because
corrupt and clouded auguries
have never failed to please you,

had you been allotted strength,
not even I would know the truth.

Benjamin Miller

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