Into the folds
Of my daily gracious labor
I fall gleefully
Cleansed of discontent
Marooned to my affairs
Amidst surging tides of black
The earth softly withers
So thoughts may stream unbound
Yet everything
Falls to shambles
With the greatest ease
As waning slabs
Swallowed whole
By the rude bustling
Of consciousness
Farewell
To these brittle reveries
May your transient wonders
Meet me once again
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