i have lost the volition to search for the shinest shine
i've lost the second wind i usually take for granted
i've gained none of what i dread to be in my dreams
but still i stand in multitudes of puddles and the sun
burns the reflection it casts
i've got another mile and known words
that normally exist in my paper
will live into my daily insight
poor souls pray for me as i grab on to everything
that i can but should
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