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Stuck
Stuck
After the fall I began thinking
Too much
Much too much
I lost touch with reality
With the world that flows within me and
the wind that blows about me
I was desperately seeking for the beginning
yet only seeing the end
I could not bend nor shape nor
relate any similarities
Different possibilities were the only things
apparent to me
If only for an instant
My world stood motionless
The endless expanse cleared
of all thinking and being
but snapped back in an instant
As I said in the not so distant past
Breath drifting and ripping intently
Venting and crushing my breathing
Weakened
I sneaked in
breaths between them
Broken and stuck
FUCK
