We are this pack with the fire
On our faces with our backs
To the wilderness we make
A new circle without center
Our elbows where we nearly
Touch each other are new centers
They are points in space denying
Diadem its high life so we are
So many errands licking up
The language in our wake
We survive so everyone survives
Making use of every waste.
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