You have been seen there hanging,
on the wheels that slide you,
up and down,
at will,
as you now seem without it.
They see you rise and fall,
to cry out without shame..
Eventually you will admit,
that this chain,
that you pull your self up and down with,
is not normal, paradoxical You reason..
And these chains, that
you wear, seems so normal
how do you bare them..at all?
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