Hollowed out

soul,

waver, wind-blown,

knees up, abdomen shakes.

 

Profession without heart,

gentle without gentleness,

patient without patience,

passiveness the core motive.

 

Pray my toes touch concrete,

kneel, barbs from hand and feet

steady,

warriors armor in place.

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