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year by year the whirling creatures

congested in the blood the brain

come apart with too much nagging

and wasted time is always dragging

the self begins to doubt its features

and laughter locks its dreams in pain

the tree that once let clear blue light in

gets knotted twists against its grain

and fouling branches clutch the vision

treat its dead fruits with derision

a blindness sucks the last of sight in

and nothing loved can stand the strain

coldness breaks the south asunder

a hatred wells that won't explain

the principles it chews its heart on

or what its cosmos falls apart on

till only bleakness gawps in wonder

bedazzled by its own black rain

then palpitating fear enlarges

and yearns towards its wants again

the one sure trackway left is polewards

its bitter star draws longings goalwards

until the bile of hurt discharges

and what was purled for now comes plain