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along a line,
axial shift.
leaden feet,
demon neat.

bundles; too many!
jumbled arrangement,
ordered loss.
the rain fell,
tumbling gains.

Rounded domes
Clear but white
Clouded vision
Invisible at night
Searing rivers
Driven by spite
Leaching poison
A necessary rite

None to be had
For the scrambling sad.

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