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

Acrobats in the air,
Fire driven hard and rare.
The many left replete,
A few favoured beyond care.
There beneath the tongues creep,
Broken,
Shattered,
Pressured,
Ready to weep.

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