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I dance along the edge of the world
In an America unseen
An America more like a foreign land
Filled with the forgotten children
The world longs to ignore
A new Wild West
Built for struggle and warriors
Yet newly tired
Staring into challenge with pale faces
And sleep-ringed eyes
I dance along the edge of the world
And listen to the platitudes and attacks
Levied against those in a land left behind
As the remembered
Chase the next great moment
In their quest for
Always, endlessly
More – Caroline A. Slee