Jumping to attention, filling in empty squares with thought
running in circular directions, keeping closely to rhetoric
and rhythmic rhymes.
Unclouding intellect, giving it's due as lapsing into a
reverie, words flow out evenly, keeping track of thoughts.
Lifting them into a mire of existential abhorrence.
Staking lives with definitions of positive assimilation,
holding them to idolatry and purposeful usefulness.
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