oughthority

Poems of Innocence
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living―cab
 
no. 1. oughthority
 
i've made my thought      
     into an ought      
          lest dreams i've sought
               should turn to nought
 
     i'll not pretend
          that round the bend
               no ills portend
                    to haste my end
 
          yet will i fight
               where some seek flight
                    to milk this night's
                         last ounce of light
 
               then to my rest
                    when ends the test
                         to join the fest
                              of all the blest
 
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