Poems

Youth For Dimes (Pushing Through Centuries)

I.

I push carts for the empire.
The empire is a grain of sand;
I
push
carts
for
the
empire.


II.

Something unknown survives
The years of you and me,
Survives empires.

I push with that
Through what’s in front of me,

And not even I can touch me.

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