What am I here in shatters and bows
Run rampant down the jungles edge
Give voice to the dappled fog
And mists reception.
Drink down your sound and heat
Hesitate at softest touch
Lose courage in the minutes
Mind turned round n round
Caught in the maelstrom of ends beginning
Desires war in attrition
A past familiar comfort stands facing grandiose romantic heart.
Paths trod before speak solace and home
But hopes true glimmer beckons me on.

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