Concentration low
Blinding as the snow
Will writing sacred verse
Bring me back somehow
Let me sing a song
And bring you to a place
Long forgotten since
I ate the apples of the trees
Things seem hard and gregarious
To me
They feel shocked and gnashed
Do you
Think that the undercarriage is benign
Or needling it's way back to certain reckoning?
I haven't a clue
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