compensates not
for the granules of reality
left in its wake
Flash formed pockets of idealism
can not harbor
the slog of drudgery
thick and unyielding
Hoist the dam!
they lament
but they can not comprehend
the inevitable disaster
For the dam is weak
sated and uncertain
Cracks spider
with the slightest trepidation
Below remains unscathed
but the thirsty depth beckons
to be slaked by destruction
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