Tempered times
That fall from shadow
Cold shudders
From frozen marrow
Mind spins in confusions
Heart beats in palpitations
Pulse now is strong and racing
Leaves us shaking as well as pacing
We find ourselves in differing locations
Where the hell am I right now
See my wrinkled furrowed brow
What are we feeling right now
Hard to tell and hard to focid
Hard to concentrate on life
Spirit is strong but consciousness lacking
I find myself star tracking
Via the night sky, ebony bliss
It’s time I think to take a risk
It now depends on hot or miss
Try and spot the missing link
And step back away from the brink
And hope to be remembered by my ink
That people may savoir like a thirst quenching drink.
fauxcroft 
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