The complex contemplations of a concave mind,
The latest set of alliterative allegorical assumptions to be written on paper.
The mind wanders, then eats itself; regurgitating its constituent compounds,
The bile of understated, underused knowledge.
Visionless visages stumble along; the consquences of mind consumption.
The poet pauses at the paucity of hope, the perennial poverty which passes over once-green pastures,
The reaper is near, the reaping has come; time stands still, grimy grimness overcomes all.
Searching for the silver lining in this struggle.
Aluta Continua
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