` br br br br br Belying this despised state br br you hunch upon shuffling feet, br br pondering the crunch of browned leaves. br br br br Burrowing this dusty soil br br you hide beneath scurrying paws, br br forgetting the crash of billowy waves. br br br br Blowing out raspy breath br br you pucker withered lips; br br release cotton-downed doves. br br br br Bellowing against the horizon br br you herd the flock from grazing; br br shackled gates embrace nightfall.