Now in the gloaming you are fever frenzied
Lethargy paired with listlessness
Fused in ill coupling,
Spurring a scramble to breakdown the bedrock;
In lieu of golden armor
Place your stock in cobweb justice
A traditional yet trashy
Way to slip through the cracks
When the weight of the world is
Writhing on your shoulders.
Lament the thunderheads that brew
Yet, less than stoic, feign no regret
For the gracelessness of your plight.
You paused to rest, but for a moment:
Alas the twisting of the knife.
Sleep if off; the dawn will be red;
and you are helpless to stop
the refraction of the sun.
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