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GO BACK BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE

Prove me right. The rain is coming,
And when it gets here we both know
The extent to which our being sorry
Will protect us from ourselves. Wind,
Stir the papers and thorns the courtyard
Occupies itself with. Sun, beat down
Hard on us, for we cannot do it
Ourselves much longer. Truth, keep
On doing like you do, not in your
Tautology clothes, but the trick that lets
You transmute anxiety into justice.