Things surrounding and inter locking within
Are self expunging and withdrawing in genre,
Measures of past obviated the exigencies
Are engraving selves upon the rudiments
In loosing steam of veins at cooling isolation.
Steps undertaken for cleaning the horizon
In discount of obtuse vows now and then
Are self laden with frail conscience heavier,
Reflections upon the mirror under light insufficient
Garlanded in nodding momentum are of some other bust.
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