I may be an ant before you
But even an ant can cry out
For the resumption of your glory
Having played its part
Sometimes the daughter of trauma
Or the son of a dream
End up in the same poem
Struggling to get out
I have assembled all my arguments
Against you world and gods
And find them wanting
Not reason but heart
Don't you feel in the fall
How gravity grows stronger
Even your soul gets taken down
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