The Muddle of Naught

Slumber now lest he find thee woke
He art hungry and shall choke
The life of thee, so quickly under
Neath the mire beyond the thunder

Open thy eyes to gaze upon
The safest passage near’st long
It muddles through the undergrowth
And over the hedgerows, sky encroach’d

To-day not yester the one beckon’d
He calleth for thee the two reckon’d
So fast now, tary not thy soul overmuch
If thee wish to overcome this undercoming
Without the need of crutch

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