Forgotten Fight Songs
Going up against the soft, unseen,
Feather armies of self-defeating attitudes
That whisper in my darkest dreaming,
Leaving the pollen of doubt
Below a harvest moon broken by clouds
Where I sleepwalk fields of heather,
Fists boxing all my ghosts
Who hold dead bees and sing
Forgotten fight songs.
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