Old but newer poem
"Unburdened by the dark, slip out of danger
Glove casually thrown down on a sidewalkleaves others the question
Between shadows,
infinitesimal cracks become raging gaps
Eliding the pitfall, keep on gliding
Sound of footsteps diminish as the hunt continues
The revolution comes and goes,
never truly ends where silence remains."
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