When the place
Looks so flat
And its phatter
Than that
You can try to
Touch @ discipline
Th@ lies somewhere
Within
Or crawl across
Your every vision
In a fetal ball
Of indecision
Eat and smile, kinda
Take for granted
All the things
You have ever wanted
If everything hidden
Is recycled refined.
Is tossed round like crazy
In a merry go mind.
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