Stuck

Stuck; command the soldiers, deafened ears

Unpleasant, all the nothings which persist

To break the vital clamp, vindictive shears

That strip, impotent, growth that’s now dismissed

Of all your worth. Become the empty mist

That nevermore descends before the eyes

Of man, to entertain; no song subsists,

Nor be there scraps of knowledge learned by wise.

Yet never does demand suspend its vast reprise

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