When time crawls like a toothless,
Against prayers to nature for pace.
Glee turns gray with wings wagging dust,
Smoke enough to fill lungs to catch fast.
Past over the iron nerves for a bit scare,
An occasion for sleep to draw fear.
Prize never be as prized as pursuit,
A truth mud men failed to spear.
Blinded stirring of limbs about,
In frantic fashion with tired passion.
Kisses to choke; warmth to burn,
Fillings to orphan; visions to blur.
Stillness that clogs the skin pores,
Flows sweat in the veins, reeking being.
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