The Omnibus










We reach
Stealthily climbing
from pain
a rung
Our battered sung
We eat the egg
of wise ones wombs
Forever needing
absent doom
The prick of tears
and subtle mess
I bite my tongue
were in distress
For harps lay sombre
and they weep
The bitter sting
the omnibus keep

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