LEFT OVER

Instability sprinkles down
from the scaffold
in the shape of iron capsules,
and we are never safe from the rain.

The sky is bountiful,
as is our shadow of the day
and of the night.

As the sun rises,
so too does legitimacy
of harm and suffering.

While the sun sets,
the moon is illuminated
by her leftovers,
while both harm and suffering
—they live on.

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