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Never more the familiar

My face rivered with sweat

Abounding perculiarity

My floral and earthen bed

Giants slumber for centuries

The mountain longs for their cry

I fight for and against nothing

For nothing is all I have

That could ever bring it back, to me

Perfidy becomes commonplace

Decorum died alone on our path

Reminders on the breath of witless kids

Of the extent that we misplaced our art

See what stands before me

See inadequacy

Listen, the martyrs moan

Naieve, plebian drone

Ire struggles with my ravenous vitriol,

why?

Why did you speak unsought?

Now I've done unspeakable harm