Monotonous deluge

Will the rains ever cease?

Curious, relentless

Finding every crease

Slinking and sinking

Traversing the divide

Eager to see

What the earth holds inside

 

She sifts and She filters

Leaving sludge row by row

Like rungs of a ladder

Toward the table below

“Reservation for two?”

The host smugly inquires

It’s everyone and you tonight

Dining in muck and in the mire

 

But the worms on the walls

Hear a discussion not sour

No cynicism, no gloom

No fear of the 25th hour

For the ascension, the cycle

Will surely continue

As the inevitable rains

Have more promise to imbue

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