Magic rolling tune
Song strung behind
Mine mind mule
Dashed out after
Dark and deeper
Thinking moulding
Round the days gone
By in a thick haze
Green enough to
Grow algae’s virulent spores
To touch the Future
Tinge its raw with
Green flecks where flesh
Taints on thoughts
That writhe alive
Between what is red
And fresh and clean.
Being Every Day 
This is a bit of a tongue-twister for me it really implies a struggle. I think its a very cool style and I love the word choices