Put away more
and still more
try to figure out
What anything's for
something like a sieve
something like a still
anything sweet left to
temper this bitter pill
is the goal to be content
or angry enough to leap
could I turn it around
with a little more sleep
I read our hearts are
made to endure
chasing down the long game
has a certain allure
by the end of this run
to have something like a plan
to get me somewhere
though I'm surely and also-ran
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