He was sweating profusely,
well, he has always,
and dragging his leg along with him,
that leg that had decided to forsake him.
Holding with him written knowledges,
compiled in million sheets,
passed from dead generations,
with a white cloth to wipe nature's waste.
Though he was not acknowledge,
he walks briskly slow, to meet-up,
only for him to be cast out,
by defunctionalize animals.
who through force yield to flowing waters
and returning to his haven,
with the unused straws for those hungry animals,
and wiping away the iota of iodined rivers, slipping away from his face
looking pitifully, though waiting for the day of reckoning.
His own very day!
©bella_fish
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