Garbage
And Elijah looked down
Upon the earthly ground and
Shouted all the torrent of worry
And surrendering joy left in his soul.
In the morning he awoke to a new light,
And staggered across the wet moss
He had rambled across the day prior
when he was still stuck in the mire.
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