Tired Spirits – a poem

​Tired, eyes wider, dry wired,
Welcome home to the whole
Told by new runes made old
In turning to keep back dying
Spirits.
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Will to survive, drive, voices
Calling to blazethereous rewards
Following on from hard journeys
Tawdrily boring, boom boom, bang,
Spin lively.

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