Into the mire

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The quintessential tool of escapism

Spreading wings, blowing halo

Deafeningly Jam-med

Starry eyes, fish in the mouth

All jibey and pelting expletive

Wax lyrical and riff romantic a world away

Potatoes and phone calls

Alleviate the brimming mess

A look at my shadow

Caged behind bars

The world has changed

For better or worse, I’ll never know

Slipped into my corner

The usual antics followed

And here I am

A new day with the hours of old

I delve into the mainstream

Yet again, yet again