overwhelming up
and
down, i move in dreams
round
in circles
like
the eye of london,
only smaller.
less enthused.
life circles,
sun
and set, spiders
dig their holes
and
i flail in random cycles,
unbound
by the tradition
of
building
whatever it is
you
flung at me
to
make me stick (here) and
never leave...
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