They were getting lost

 
 
 They were getting lost   
 to find each other better   
 Year One kids   
 the imprescriptible.      
  
 To remain in their midst   
 at the edge of the track   
 the hunt was sad    
 like matins in winter.      
  
 And if the accommodation of the liveliest   
 reversed the tradition   
 they were not afraid of diversity   
 that by scandalizing all comers.      
  
 Let's strengthen the contest   
 such musical instrument keys   
 gutting the wrong notes   
 of the memory litany.      
  
 Hide your heart   
 without media support   
 stealth alliances   
 where to reveal in plain sight   
 from the shadow of the future   
 slow and heavy palpation   
 the ardent obligation   
 from the approach to the wall.      
  
  
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