Uncertain

I cannot fathom
Control has slipped into the background
The altruistic blades
Fell artistically on the mind

Though the contrary
Asked the miseries
With full form
Still persisting
A single tuft of velveteen
Closed on a loss
Now deemed as art

For the eaves among the animals
Bore art among the animate
And the art that is the animus
Caches abaft the eye

With incorrect
A common fiction
The defense is now precision
Trust lost upon the faces
That the tempo swore to sow





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