As the striking chisel
Plunges into thought
Long formed by reactivity
My brow leaks
Hardened with regressive spells
I am driven by the sixth sense
Autonomy escapes me
All around a blinded me
Wanderlust never fails
To capture the release
Of nascent belief
Anew Anew Anew
Till the carousel slings
My curled form
Beneath it’s wheel.
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