Lo, the crystal oceanic patch agleam,
Bound for where, the lair it found:
Set them all loosened, free as it’s.
There it’s, found but in a blinking speed,
Gone, the tender pat, however, assuring—
Grope for the rein to wade out inching
The boggy realm scowling, smirking;
Nay, endure or belong do I here; there,
The bottom-step to the world other,
I’m bound for, this plodding mule soul,
In a contorted tryst with shaking off the overloads,
The wedging monolith of flurries taken—
“Find again! Catch my lightning tail,
The only beacon, so dainty, to the patch agleam!”
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