Trials are thicker in air,
Six from five tempted me,
Ultima of penalties to thee,
Tell me, be fair.
Got her down at once.
Acquiring resistance, nay.
Get it they say,
Even the first one out fence.
Trumpets and all i blowed,
The self muted still then,
I jerked to lift the skies,
Higher i went, the more i bowed.
Has the urge fastened the knots,
The one that never surges.
For i pined for self,
In the ultima of dots.
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