Thoughts are full of moles

searching for words, expanding

on stories where nothing is lost.


Roots of destiny and legacy

are the appetite of moles as they

absorb the changes of character

from open windows and behind doors.


Memory requires extra strength to

burrow through, releasing photos of

faces and sins packed away.


Working without sleep the moles remain

diligent, devouring the chances

attempted and the future yet claimed.


They march on, wasting nothing.


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