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Therapy

Circle of life Nature calls

 

On the board there laid a game, Who's a pawn and what's my card, Rolled the die and flipped the deck - I’ve never reached the end

Sultry was the guide this time, name of the place escapes the mind, surely lost all track of time – two licks then they bite

Has the happy trail has grown stale, As if the train is done derailed, If the one-way track’s a loop - I don’t know go ask the owl

 

I morph and merge into the absurd , I'm not staying here all day long

Explore my epitaph haunting Spiralgraph, I'm not staying here all day long

 

Kaleidoscope friendly buss, fanciful and wonderous, was the child just a dream - Your culture is a meme

This might hurt a little bit, if I can handle without the fit, never mind it all the time - I'm a damn commercial

 

Drippings from your brain rain down

what was what and goes around

 

Mark Mark the rivers Mark - Chum Chum the dredges Chum

 

Hop aboard a raft of stretched bamboo, glide our majestic river up stream

Sweat drenches from a feverish dream, I care not but can see what you meme

 

Have we drowned the calls of the wise, stitched and sewed out our eyes

Will we close ourselves to hide, why don't we do it one more time

 

explained thrice, multiple times

manual caught fire as we brought to light

that's why we're not assembled right

 

I see my reflection now

 

if we drift aimlessly

Expectations a’ void in thee

drawing figures in the sea

 

mayhaps a century

or half of what it is takes to believe

this creation you conceive 

 

I see you and you see this

conjured endless lackless bliss

Well,  at least i know me now

 

If my core is cancerous, what feeds the dream and ends with us, perhaps overthinking now – maybe you should ask the owl

As if our ends repeat, what stops us from the ending before, what if I find you to be a bore -  anyhoo here’s some more

Shall we flow on lopsided time, grip tight my hand we’ll climb right in, toward our oblivion – headfirst plunging in

Towards the horizon now, where we go is where we were, stretching into the infinite– I see metric time

04/02/2026

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