The sitters

Without those who see
We are encased inside,
For it's the sitters
Within the stillness
Who bear witness to our lives.

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The passage

Wanderer or stomper
It's a passage that's unique
Constant in its nature
It's seldom missed a beat.
Skipper or skiddadler,
There's something to be said
For the impression from that surface
To which we're always wed.
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The charge

It's here something happens
In this world full of things,
Something beyond
What we know of
Just the tiniest tinge,
Of perfect alignment
Or some sense of place
Where for once we can stand
To charge from the race.
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