Muddy New

Anew is a renewal without effort
And as work cleanses dirty soles
The barest feats are the cleanest

I was socked in the side the other 
Day and my organs are playing deep
Bitter music to spoil the newest
Myelin growth; more, more, more,

We insist, as royalty and the humble
Neuron cannot be divided to reach
An I or a zero, all of our fresh,
Spring-muddied assertions are

Frozen crocus shoots, until the
Orb says: go forth, multiply,
And forget about your divisions.

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