Conditioning – draft

Given is the night

Taken is our mirth

That we contrive light

And imbibe pleasing poisons

with clenched teeth

Swirls and kinks etch

our wizened ground and critters

that crawl and feed

In despair we reemerge arrogant

we steal to gain, we subsist on depletion

Now one deficit breeds another

that feeds on our longevity

That we may conspire to shape the air

so winded, we pound harder

until nature routs.


May be discarded –  a bit half-hearted that was.


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