Some So Summary Stalled

When darning is damned
And all the bumps man-made and rounded

When the snags are most snarled
And the dogs slump home for supper

The sun will have settled
The snow will be banked and browning

See the light
It is from a torch
And the torch-bearer will be your friend a while

See the water
It is fresh
Because this is that kind of story

The brackish bogs are in your dreams
You brought them here

And the rotting and the mold and the spore of all those other things

Everything breaks down if you have the time

What are you doing with that?
And will it be enough?

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