Primal enthusiasm is worn down
by the daily trudge.
Our yes dissembles into sibilance
with every grudge.
The clear song deranges to silence
the ghost of our pledge.
Mount Sinai erodes into a dune.
You are left to wander in the desert
dry as cracked leather
so parched you can't even sweat.
Desiccated spirit, remember,
below the crust of your heart,
you can find the …
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