Behind the thrust of corruption,
stultify mouth and malice hold.

Trying tied assurance
in its whispers and insurgent cold.

Collect we these drips of intellection,
insofar as reasons fold.

Enveloped in an acrimony,
we whimper and grow old.

-r. miller

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