There is no secret ingredient;
this isn't a witch's brew,
no eye of newt
or tongue of toad--
it's only a matter of
doing what we do
We're stuck in this muck,
drifting clumsily
along each
twist and turn--
we're on our way,
free falling through days
until, by grace,
this pattern ends.
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