IV

On a slippery hill, a rolling dice with uninhabited facets.
Jab of nostalgic collection, outdated and ineffectual objects.
A weary instant: premonitory flashes of infinite struggle.
Shards to tickle your erratic confidence. Repulsive babble.
The defeat is no resolute estrade. Never get off of your swing
Of steady creed. Resist and persist. You will soon succeed.

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