What I thought went like ripplings
down my spine it went, tingling my soul
making me spin, sway and even fall down
this may happen, you know, before kneeling in mud
to do that make yourself feel hunted and felled
not by humans, but by gods of all descriptions
what a lark, right?
Fighting the devine, never giving in
mud up to my ears, even after raising to my feet
is that the prize one wins, this trophy of defeat?
mud everywhere? in thoughts and body?
clinging to one's feet it's like cement
that's why I stand and stand and stand here
swaying like a tied-down murder victim in the river
feet embedded in cement-shoes
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