To live
To hover
Between the toiling and the
Lazing thought
To hover between habit
Repetition and
The fiery spark
Of genius
Condemned
To these extremes
And in between
To non-extremes relative
Condemned and
Irresistible
Condemned enchained
And
Irreversible
No,
No
Not even every
New dawn will change this
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