Our demons struggle
To carry on despite us,
Despite our ingratitude.
The creek rushing through the woods
All every day and all night
Carries with it the voices
We expect to exorcise,
Yet always leaves them behind.
We are always left behind,
Listening to our demons,
Trying to hear the difference
In their continuity,
And the continuity
In their thankless indifference.
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