A mulish tread after another,
in a constant pace, ****** boring,
Indifferent to why, when or where,
Scorched by a violent hiss, prompting
another tread, another obsolete yard.
Oblivious to a world behind a glimpse,
were you not too blind to see
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
A mulish tread after another,
in a constant pace, ****** boring,
Indifferent to why, when or where,
Scorched by a violent hiss, prompting
another tread, another obsolete yard.
Oblivious to a world behind a glimpse,
were you not too blind to see
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