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None to be had
For the scrambling sad.

In a hidden corner
Something was found
Memories of loss
Clothes green and brown

Too many faces
Seen from afar
Order confused
In the grand bazaar.

In the days of quiet
We live in riot
I wonder which
To fade or stitch.

Ripple and rhyme
Forgetting is crime
Deploy and embrace
Honour given to those who face.

Graze and travel the maze
Or dazzle and amaze

These things quickly fade
Can we afford to raid

Only one thing is left
In the crook and cleft

Staring back
A silent cat

Gives no quarter
Eternal mortar