concerned this delicate branch will fail
lay still, perturbed to retrace
today's shift a far off place
eventually will arrive in its own time
if one awakens to save face
A constant sorrow known too well
frequently isolated constant spell
not to mention that fateful word
down in the dungeon unheard
way down where the brave men go
sleep will come, when?, they hear you so
don't be ridiculous, no man will know
Memories trace back, looking forward
A piece in the middle, a quizzical walrus
cutting through ice a piece at a piece
life's not forever it's only on lease
a day past an hour, aquire some sleep
everything ends in black
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