The bearings and the moorings
keep me in a bond
a make shift is always calling
thrusts me in a pond.
The pond is quite shallow
with a marshy tract
I could find none other below
solely under a pact.
The pact that is drawn effectively
is not all that invasive
it is a coordination of the points rightly
but does not hold as it is effusive.
The effusive nature gets across
wherever it could in a way
gradually it climbs with a toss
tumbles down on the fray..
The tumble down is tumultuous
a sordid desperate fall all the more
a speedy slide being infectious
that is very unexpected as before.
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