Rounding Up to Zero

How did it get

To be dawn again??

The thornweavers are out

Atop the cattlements,

Razor-tongued in the dull glow

Of rising steel.

I can hear the ill-penned

Seeking to move on, to rustle

Across some dewy grassland

Toward mountainous dreams.

So long, and still they

Fail to comprehend

The essence of steerage.

- David W. Mitchell

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