21

Late in the day

 

Try to write something

Against the grain

That peircing thought

Through the furrowed brow

To try to mean

To think

Making rhythm

The word stumble against time

Wavering in shadows

Towards the line

We live, the living dying

In the shadows of the days.

 

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