By the pain in these hands
by the scratch in this throat
never again that midnight road
never again this leaking boat
by a day unmarked mislabeled
misremembered meaning nothing
by a piss poor rhyme or reason
propped up shaky by one thing
I seize and execute this
I effect the death of ritual
once more a rutted bloody track
in a promise of success pure virtual
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