A knot clumped unto the throat
mostly speech that is not needed
but yet needs to be told.
Spreading its infectious diameter
across soul and sagacity.
Dejecting hearsay, clipping perspectives
to each its own, randomly counted.
A lot dismounted, to free self
from an imbroglio, the labyrinth to which
dissolves and evolves to a zero
And keeps multiplying thus.
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