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Cycles

I am perpetual motion,
born a sojourner
finding no tent,
destined to meet my end
wherever I’ve never Been.
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Hardened

I am stormy weather roughened,
dashed, left beaten on the fjord,
unsurmounted, rendered jagged by the peak
to wit, stripped of mine tattered garb.
though lost not of will and able
yet wonder when the caldron Chills

Insanity ?

here I am, arrived at this station

for having come this way before

and for feeling no benefit, nor lack of it,

I lean to trod them once again,

them footfalls laid before, and

anew deliberate more certain

each the ones most freshly Taken.

Unrooted

I am a renegade,
apostate, a mad man
bound free to frolic midst the roses
marigolds and lilies,
tho smote of thee,
I dance by devil’s Fury.
              

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