Shallow words cut swathes
Cross futures unfurrowed
No minds smile at tomorrow’s dawn
I wallow in the mire of stubborn thought
Track through treacle
Frozen eagle
Chosen people
My mind slowly jumbles
Rugged ragged clothes
Raging through the drier
Steam the sin, thought and intelligence
Flog your feeble bitter body
Leave humility one step higher
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