senseless course
perceptions abstract
does a semblance
this order take?
my intent to stand off to one side
to watch the procession go
where do they go?
shall I follow?
they seem to celebrate
they march as the soldier
this celebration, symptom
or cure?
I am no doctor of reputable fame
no prognosis I make
one moment I know
the next I wonder
this bemused cycle arrests
it holds my course to ponder
no station yet I hold
does this aid or impede?
they march and the crowd cheers
I look to see whence they came
still more come
I look to see their destiny
they march on in front of me
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