Enmeshed in the fibers,
Holding hands within the empty spaces,
Now everything's harder,
The sun is farther on the horizon,
Than e'er 'fore in hist'ry,
Its coldness felt though the distance not great,
Pulling me father from home for more heat,
Now lady justice, too, has changed her tune,
New lyrics I must learn,
With new terrain, new rules of survival,
I can hardly discern,
Because I'm stiff,
So fresh out of the wash,
To be blessed is not a blessing at all,
If my cup runneth o'er, th'excess is lost.
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