In this mucked up life
I drink my tea
Unhappily
To the tinfoil sounds
Of background idiocy
And ever vaguely
The footprints about me
Abound in a soiled snow
Soon melted by catastrophe
With each man approximate
Spoken through the drug of pride
A self-claimed captain
No ship can swiftly sail
On the tides of our times
Still I drink my tea
Now vaguely merrily
To the unworded howls
In the hearts around me
And ever strangely
The call of a slowly
Spoken stillness
Resounds within me
And I am free
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