What reflections could I see
For crystal clear it is never to be
No ripples of the sky blue
The glitter of sapphire, so true
I could see none,
Not the purity, nor the sheen
Nor its free-flowing
Those waters once so clean
Now caught in the slush
Like tangled thoughts never to brush
It’s the stagnant mind, I see oozing
For more and more-r the insatiable craving
A quagmire to fall into-
Dark, dismal, dreary, a duel ‘tween the two-
To drown the other-
what spews from the ravage
the stench, the sewage,
what purifies turns putrid-
The last drop of humaneness
Draining into brackish waters
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