Locked in depths of deepest night
the backtrack sideline no respite
It seems at best a day or two
and all the bold pronouncements true
are put on hold and filed again
until next I take up the pen
But though I see the deeps afar
and wonder wonder where you are
till human voices wake this sleep
I will remain transformed so deep
can’t help the chasm that’s inside
and all I shunned or try to hide
but I’ll not glorify the beast
I’ll last another day at least
what
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