Straight
Like inundated praise
the rhetoric concern of tithe
ballooning, like a fact implied
inertia blinds with its deride!
To see it straight, to moor divine
I buckle too, as then resign
so many voices, tail wind's fine
could move ahead, so never mine?
Concourse profane, am strong at thine,
but trying self ~ so far behind!
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