ante-Blest

Bleary eyes, how they sting to blink
 

Dead forms, how they wilt to push
 

Thick mud, how it batters and collects,
Friendly wishing as it moves to meet,
And you in anxiety, hurry
Past in hopes to stride
But rather sink for the mud is kind,
Desirous of a larger self
A diverse mind and body, whole
Function of infinitesimal hive.
Calm to hurry
Slow your pace to rush.
 

Mad sky, how it grays to prayer
 

Stamped heart, how it breaks to test
Fails to fare
Fare the well, ante-Blest
 

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