Search for the Shade #2 : Far Beyond Repair...

It's all dark and cloudy up there.
But down comes a few drops.
Now things are far beyond repair.

Up the stream all plastics and stuff.
Stagnation, stink and contempt pops.
It's all dark and cloudy up there.

Trees? I plant one if I cut one, you bluff.
Seeing soil nowhere but concrete and tiles, it stops.
Now things are far beyond repair.

Every puff makes you cough.
Look, smoke-spit-pipes far above the hilltops.
It's all dark and cloudy up there.

Impassivity is ended, now She's got rough.
Dare not to hold Her with your ropes.
Now things are far beyond repair.

It broadens and pain deepens, you say enough.
But as you look inside, to mend, in high hopes,
It's all dark and cloudy up there.
Now things are far beyond repair.

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