war in wheat fields

poetryaboutmilkduds:

I am fighting you
on this—
always,

but we are
more alike
than the sun
shares atoms
with the
eternal
rest
(of it all),

I am afraid of the worn path;
you are afraid for me,
too

How beautifully painful (wow that’s a lot of ‘ful’s)

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