this weight my soul
it reaches helplessly
for thought for role
for ease for urgency
and though in still
after the cooling rains
the restless will
rejoinders and remains
this weight my soul
comes evening to attest
in part or whole
for better or for best
connections lost
mid atrophy and troll
the too-great cost
direction seeking goal
all mixed and tossed
this weight
my soul
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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