Slicker for a misty morn
Slicker in the afternoon
Than the drive on in,
Coastal plains
And high tide rising,
Disparaged looks
Mesmerizing
A pock upon a legacy
Once proud in the command they sought
Now soured from a pain it brought
Boughs and rafters
Complex and terrible
Side-winding lobbyists
With knees composed of blisters
Slicker than the day before
The moments after the ones prior
Alive a gust blew, alive it tore
Out from the mouth, into the pyre
I do not command these vocal Socrates
I am but a man, trapped within the shell of another man
From which visions are spoken to other men
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