Wood-pecker

A morning ritual is to dissect
Men in yawning daily routine

Their common most ablutions
Painted as earth’s revolutions,

Our tales acknowledgements
Of existences , to make holes

In time , holes that will vanish
In bigger holes, empty spaces.

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