delving deeper, ever revolving further,
never resolving questions,
strange obsesions, fluctuating desires,
and it is posed again,
the pieces of my puzzle,
are always changing,
never constant,
no patterns that can jump of a page,
or be visualized in a film shot at night,
no truth that doesn't change,
just constant fluctation,
flunctuating life,
flunctuated detiny
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