(T. Beechey)

Tell me what lies beyond the next rise,

For sometimes looks deceive,

What's before my eyes adorns a disguise,

Making it hard to believe,

The sentiments given by those driven

To enlighten and uplift

Am I doomed to live within this sieve,then

Be forever denied my gift?

The gift of peace, where agonies cease

And clarity shall restore

Where I win release from the increase

Of this never ending war,

Which steadily rages and often engages

My heart and mind and soul

In various stages through unturned pages

Where words relinquish their role...

Oh,I long to reach but this widening breach

Grows evermore as I sink

Beneath the grains,leaving only stains

Which vanish with a wink

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