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By Williams Kurrle

--Chewelah, WA

There is a nocturnal

wind in my sail,

i.e. my Soul,

an unmanly thirst,

an unequivocal drive.

Outside, an impenetrable pain,

a desire for some internal relief.

Tonight, I cannot drown out the grief

in disbelief,

flagrant shortcoming

indirectly placed, misplaced.

Cut this internal disparity now.