Dragged

a poem

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I tried to get a grip,
but chaos slipped
right through my hands.
I tried to climb but soon
slid down the dune
of labile sands.

I strove, and sought, and stressed,
eschewing rest,
suppressing needs.
I shattered into sherds
with noble words
and worthy deeds.

I thought the world would bend
toward better end
with cunning craft.
I tried to take contro…