When the miserable cloud
Of changing truth swallows
The blue and shades you
As the torn palette of sky
Ribbons onward with spray
Docile farmyard drenched with rain
Trudging fields of deadweight
To gain of fatigue and sensitive
Bones like the clattering
Gate of the paddock
Left unattended in the haste
Possibly lost and escaped
No world of sensation
Could replace forgotten time
But onward in shivering drench
Just be kind to yourself
And keep on 'til the end