mud

I attempted to wash away what couldn’t float

across years of unable to actually note

the sensation of myriad sins against skin

and encumberance of all ill assessment herein.

persistence pays off is the mantra I keep

but time hasn’t traversed enough yet for sleep.

I find myself heavy still; hot mud caked on

I wonder if all trace of loss will be gone…

…ever ever ever?

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