Some mornings set sail
And little is worthwhile
So life drones on, in the back of the mind

There are blotted out names
In the shapeless void
Where watercolors run, and stray, and coalesce

Only faceless droves can traverse the mind
With all their own colorful displays
And all their own, deafening and dreary refrains

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