This day is full of hazy notions

The heavy marrow in my bones

Sends me crashing down

Into the freezing muck

–

Higher ground breaks away

With each attempt to rise

I backslide through time

Still fighting to climb

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Full and grim  

In the day’s downward glare

I’m consumed by the chatter

Of deathless memories

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Quieted by the wisps of an early dusk

I slip through the mire’s vines

As the night spills outward

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Mended again

Wandering in peace

The inner shroud clears   

To a thunderous light