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we cannot
change the past
it is a sculpture
well and truly set
the most we can hope
as the rain of time
falls and erodes
the sharp corners
is that our better days
sheltered are
and worser times
left out to weather
and wear away
so as you carve out
days to come
I adjure you this
dig deep in your joy
chisel lines that last
in sun or shade
in deluge or drought
likewise...tap but lightly
in times of tumult