How deep am I subsumed
in this mess devised
or maybe accreted
of flotsam comprised
well past mere backtrack
have to forge a trail
already packed to the corners
sure a sad travail
nice word maybe
a little on the nose
lost in the weeds
the words the prose
like to find a new angle
but for now for here
it's a matter of momentum
and not much to steer
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