For a hot minute got fired up
to go deeper
Plumb those hidden depths
the real summer sleeper
but while I toiled, the depths
sank out of sight
Left with the obvious
Call that the usual plight
Briefly sought a rhythm
briefly thought a rhyme
but I only get to work
what I've got
when it's time
and so so seldom
find a real refrain
and the sleeper slumbers hidden
the conclusion is plain
but I won't disdain
say I failed the mark
however small however lodged
in the deepest crack I fan the flame
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