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And what he mourned for was the long-sighted dread

That had no solutions but resistance and poetry. 

The issues of which were rooted internal;

Unchallenged by tangible consequences of an aged life. 

For beauty was found in the future,

And not in the pervasiveness of any given moment. 

If every malady may be rationed

Then what use can be made of a poetic mind?

So, whittled down and out of place,

He may only reside in this darkness a visitor.

For he may not afford the bliss of a relapse.