The breeze of right intellect
Winds swiftly and blind
The capture
The conquer
Shows no one unkind
Though some are the sensitive
With vision of breath
Their palpable hopefulness
Stands wide in its breadth
But the backsliding fortunate
Shifting from shame
Warms the sad sallow shadow
So skewing his name
And the onset of atrophy
Renders thought without poise
Tangible negligence
Useless by choice
While deafly and dumbly
The skin prickles form
Bright wind laughs through lyrics
At such wastefulness born
Escaping from harmlessness
Drunken in doubt
A stale mediocrity
Breeds mind numbing drought
Fool of the could have been
Rationing spoil
Squandering sentiment
Defeated in toil
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