do we feel as statues
these stands of stone
carved by an outside force
draped in time and patience
having been chipped away
through the drifting years
to reveal the within
what we may have hid
what we may have held
to keep ourselves whole
in lives that were shattered
do we feel as statues
with unblinking eyes
upon the swirling spheres
waiting for alignment
not of any stars or heavenly bodies
but of our own bodies and souls
of our own heart and spirit
to claim the reason for our births
and realize the cost of our deaths
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