O what have I
what have I done
it has all come
around and so
fast tho days are
slow and drag
dullard attacked
sick to the last
How wrong was I
now all is run
and wan the sun
rays sliding low
and the weeks thrown
strewn careless
mudded and cracked
kicked to long grass
And here I am
somewhere inbetween
a virus, a cure,
a symptom, really
another simpleton
greying hoping
that the distant sunset
is controllable yet
That I may yet learn
what I may yet be
absurd though it seems
deranged or defanged
when shadows are long
purple orange glows
and catches your eyes
then there is no more light.
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