A chilling hush will soon usurp
the cheery chime of morning chirp
that chides me to kick back the quilt
and savor every hearty slurp
of steamy sustenance that’s spilt
as prideful premises are built
upon the kind of sand that sinks
when undermined by guile and guilt;
meanwhile the true objective shrinks
from view the more one doubtfully blinks,
though what else can we possibly do
but excavate for fabled links?
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