Here stripped, here made to stand,
Phrases poached from poets
Who poached from worlds gone by,
Which had poached from who knows
How many centuries,
Many generations,
Come and gone like coral
Polyps building a reef
Their descendants would need
And never understand,
Pull themselves together.
We will stand and defy
Naked need for meaning.
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