Inner

At all ends conceding
In all things I'm bleeding
Needing a little more
Holding my breath
Regression of inner structure
Progression works as always
Taking away that which
Should have been becoming
Better

Undulating on we struggle
Thru all remaining things we tumble
Breathing a little more
Vision becoming ever narrower
Grasp of consequence following suite
Churning the end into the beginning
Mixing the mist into the air
Becoming the fog and taking the
Care