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Manifesto

by Benjamin Fox

October 25, 2019

We are complimentary

We are insulting

We are rudimentary

We are revolting

We are miraculous

We are confounding

We are innocuous

We are astounding

We are one

We are flailing

We are done

We are bailing

We are lowly

We are heightened

We are holy

We are frightened

We are faceless

We are growing

We are raceless

We are sowing

We are lost

We are divided

We are tossed

We are excited

We are grasping

We are the storm

We are collapsing

We are the norm

We are running late

We are no longer listening

We are tempting fate

We are the impositioning

We are lowly

We are wanting

We are fully

We are daunting

We are broken teeth

We are masking body odors

We are gone beneath

We are DNA decoders

We are reaching

We are so dire

We are teaching

We are on fire

We are enduring

We are missed

We are recurring

We are kissed

We are stretching

We are contracted

We are fetching

We are enacted

We are contemporary

We are old

We are extemporary

We are cold

We are heavy with debt

We are reluctant to rise

We are sullen and wet

We are hand hidden sighs

We are inebriated

We are over influenced

We are abbreviated

We are flowing confluence

We are pristine

We are flawed

We are foreseen

We are awed

We are the profound

We are small

We are glory bound

We are all

We are bruised and bleeding

We are pictures of health

We are procured and pleading

We are questioning wealth

We are the upright

We are the vim and the vigor

We are the uptight

We are the pull of the trigger

We are beautiful creatures

We are too proud

We are the full length features

We are too loud

We are complicated

We are fulfilled

We are implicated

We are milk spilled

We are forever spinning

We are gracious hosts

We are sometimes winning

We are gray toned ghosts

We are the parts

We are made for war

We are the arts

We are what's in store

We are trampled under

We are risen from ashes

We are torn asunder

We are beneath the thrashes

We are found in the reeds

We are lost in translation

We are the other's needs

We are beyond any nation

We are all children inside

We are going somewhere

We are rivers we've cried

We are learning to share

We are unrealized potential

We are heart beaten blood bags

We are raining torrential

We are dead soldier's dog tags

We are layers upon layers

We are more than our covers

We are unsung soothsayers

We are unconstrained lovers

We are wrinkles in time

We are the cunning younger

We are sprinkles of rhyme

We are a stunning hunger

We are each of us wandering

We are broke or bending

We are patiently pondering

We are never ending...

We are never ending...

We are never ending...

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