the wait of unknown soldiers

the weight of unknown soldiers
here on unknown shoulders
shrugging up from climates that are colder
and seem more so as we grow older
dead stories in a manila folder

all the fields of fossilised truth
not run away; that raintrap youth
we are having to arrive at a truce
and let the spectres loose
traipsing out of feedback loops

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