Then 'tis ought to be
Past me, behind me
Sideways, left and right.
Lurking, yes it does inside me
Inside and out
Mocking my stature
Black, dull black—
Want to hold it and hold
So tight, it tears from me
Tracks own path.
Liverish, when I look down
Intently it walks and walks
And stops when stops
Who are you?
Hair-brained Physics
Makes a tainted mixture out of it
Enlightens us, does it not
With metallic theories?
Shadow escorts
In violence, friendlessness
A vestige.
That splotch on mud
Who cares?
Fruitless stalker!
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