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In time I know it is to come
this reason and indefinable end
a march until the season's done
the forthcoming amends

And yet I question the worth of all
my pressure bated and spent
while I pace and scatter and brace and crawl
into my own foreseen descent

But that is not how I view the chance
contrary to my precarious fate
as I devour the mold and approach advance
it is against my nature to hesitate

Don't bleed me of my waking day
in order to prove your admonition
because I will have the final say
to wrought the forced submission

But never mind this corrupting stock
you won't succumb to admission
while I scorn and mock and resent and balk
your meaningless ambition