Lost, Lost!
Lost are those.
Like a grain of sand in a vast desert; barren and slack.
Harboring, blacken, reaking clayish quaff.
Sample, Forged from hands of gruel-ish;
Oh have a gulp; Taste!
A foil swill; biting grut, and scaling grit; gurgling anguish!
Is it sheering dram; nor shareable nor enjoyable?
Oh, they will know.
Woe; They will know!

Who are those?
Wondering in not's?
Are they, not the same as those whom pondering?
Halt,
Nay!

Whom Ponder in humble, may find a way; whom wonder in haste;
The Day!
They will see; regretting, mere too late.
The Day; Terrifying faced.
Lighten heart and careful...