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Onward! This sleezing fog to taste
Heavy in searing dispute
Thicked with all his viscious haste
Night fallen to numbed mute
Vessels pound still lighting strobes
Choking realisation sung soft
Faded skin and filthy robes
Inward the anxious coughs
Some cursed repetition in thought
Of yesterdays depression
Imagary quicked and 'rought
Questions questions questions
Yet murky and drowned
A little shallowness permits
Some dreary respite found
In the floundering sewage pits
With sword and with shield
Raised in half told death
It seems to be the cycle steals
All but the last of my spiritual wealth
Some ambience in the mind
To cast this disaster
This approaching wave
This....problem
Cultured by some ignorance
Stewed with a slice of guilt
Every day for.. some penance
Of ...some ancient tears spilt
And like the rest
Who do their best
But feel the sucking of the flame
With tools in hand
All over this backwards land
We can ensure
Things will brighten up again

(c) Rowan Blair Colver 2010