Res Nullius

By the break of dawn
where all assemble before the lawn
Let every confidant of ours leap
as our caressed moulds heap,
not to proliferate theories nor rubrics
So, let the sojourners take lead
Of the few
Who rally to salve consciences
That bake in low demures
Until heels callouse
To alienate howls of distress
when hurdles are scaled
And obeisance to bends is paid
Let us hover in the sprints of the sojourners
For we know not
What’s behind the nape of an owl
Nor when our toes shall gargren
To whisper a reel in despair
When veracity becomes banal
And the winner is proclaimed
Allow the race to be,
for no one holds the key to 
Res Nullius

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