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I am empty, fully purged
with my innards strewn over all these words which
I swallowed but failed to contain.

Imprisoned, I am!
In blank stares;

Some days I am
contained, yet transparent none the less.

Some days I am tossing on violent waves or
riding high on dreams which lack substance,
merely imitating a form.

I can no longer contain!
As now in the growing or transformation of any philosophy.