Getting a grip
but on what exactly
do I have strength to pull up
before what's coming down
Smacks me
back to the next
setback always in the chamber
Who's tugging on the trigger
I could but I won't name her
sickness recedes
but leaves an ever darker stain
When the sickness is gone
what exactly will remain
I'd like to think
the bones of a higher order
not so optimistic
but hell
I'm only a recorder
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