Borderland
I hope someday you see the point of optimism
How the gloom and doom do preordain
How darkest rationale and dogmatism
Just bodes the misery we live sustain
Could not have broken through to find the note
If all I did was listen to the rote
My adoration is for real
Not of mist but tempered steel
Yes, it built as high as hope
But countered by a silent trope
Thatt failed to comprehend
And, thus, it did suspend
my life
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