Under clouds of misfortune
through fogs of mischance,
we seek
the opportunity mist.
It is hard
to distinguish at distance,
at glance
through the halcyon haze
of nostalgia's last kiss,
through the glooms of despair
and so many foul airs
visibility's down
to one foot - not one's best.
So you put that foot forward
and onward,
you press
Ever seeking this chance
again, this
is only a test.
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