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I stride on legs of steel

Across the emerald land

The floodplain and the marshes

The courses and the fields,

My concrete heart beats grey

In rhythm with the time

Seeps blood into the stale earth

Foundations for new days,

Arms born in the furnace

Embrace the growing child

Whilst lips whisper of futures

To tie him to this place,

And still my feet march on

My ever stretching reach

Relentless in its searching

Though reason’s lost and gone.

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