The urn

The urn it cries
With death inside
Quickly I defy
The odds
Changing paces
Debt because
The layman's tango
Has captured fears
Mosquito man
Each coming year
We sip the silk
Of years that come
We roam the streets
For where
We long
Please find me 
My beating heart
The throb of a vein
A pulse that whistled
If I'd begun
From the start
To avoid this thing
An ancient vessel


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