In preparation for
surrender and defeat
I’ll slog another lap out
though I’m dead on my feet
I don’t know what I’m coughing up
but it tastes like blood
and another damn initiative
is trampled in the mud
horrifying and unmarketable
I go back to the well that’s always full
in preparation for
another day of independence
I’ll leave the rest to fate
and dream of transcendence
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