This is what it's like out on the streets with none of the best:
I face the greatest stress-test,
of being able to explain why this planet
matters any more than the rest.
Of refraining from asking why this tenet
is so hard for some to understand.
Of ingraining it into how and why I think about what has been left
behind for us to depend
on, to somehow get the Circle of Life
moving again.
It has stopped, Kristang cowboy;
hitch your dragon to that scar.
Let's keep the Roda Mundansa turning.
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