In the death of living death

Where living death is cold tea breath

And every breath you take

Reminds you of the constant ache.

So in the inner space you hide

Ebb and flowing with the tide,

You lay their laying side by side,

With ignominy and defeat.

But you say No!

And rise up to your feet

Go out to meet the accusers,

The abusers.

The dreaming deluders

And you fight.

Fight and fight with all your might.

You beat off the fear

And then you awake,

Aching for “Gear”.


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