crawling at a mocking fate

a phlegmatic brow furrow
in a frugal scolding murmur
inexorably splashing a dexterity
filtered by a fellowship scholar ...

visualizing a spiral of tangible notions
tacitly flowing on a journey
with only one bottle filled with a grainy
linden tea, nutrition of aspirations ...

before an iron monolith
spiked with a reprehensible rust
crawling at a mocking fate
who escapes following the sunset ...

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