Half a heart and half a mind

Loathing and sporadic lies
The glue to which contention binds
In half a heart
And half a mind
Splintered verse and muddied rhymes
A mace of laced opiate flavour
Berated sips of guzzled data
Hard met terms
And hard pressed acres
Hear past the fog
The forest’s aching
The roots will swell
The depth has inverted sound
The echo remains at least
Shifting so disconcertingly

 

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