Ineffable Muck

One foot won't lift the other
when they're two feet in the mud
What are the inner druthers
when all the mind says is thud

Often or for the first
the pattern carries weight
Coffers set to burst
a far overloaded fate

When a grip won't release
at the expense of life
Out of reach will be peace
under self-invented strife

Stimulation fails to cure
darker clouds of thought
Simulation memories
wishing wanting ought

What is have when life is flow
a river never seen
Looking on this tired show
fingers crossed for sheen

Lost the paradise at length
from here where we are
Prying weakness lacking strength
perspective fails the star

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