with
what fresh words of choice or soft regret
are
we to fight our battles now that time
has
tolled against us the dull weight of grime
obscures
our vision but no sort of debt
to
past or future could hurt or abet
the
heart of purpose as we seek to climb
beyond
this moment past the normal slime
where
there is neither injury nor fret
you
see us crawling searching for one spark
of
ordinary kindness that might lead
the
normal person from their weary plight
relieve
our hearts from burden of the dark
reward
with honour the most worthy deed
and
grant assurance of a renewed light
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