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A new day a new haiku
Keep running up that hill
Though we’ll never reach the top
We’ll keep on running
Titans rise and fall
While lowly peasants endure
Less talk more action
Beauty in order
Straight lines and simplicity
Yet more in chaos
Between furrowed clouds
In the long forgotton dust
A still silent rest
This very same field
Has been keeping us alive
For hundreds of years
Regimented rows
Standing up to attention
Longing to be wild
These tidy trim lines
Belie the desert behind
Where are all the trees?
In this wilderness
Dormant seeds lie expectant
But will they flourish?
Pierced by fierce dark eyes
An ambush, a surprise
Nowhere left to hide
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