is thirsty again
and the quench
is mightier than
all the violence
from all the chaos
in this universe
and then what?
how best tame it?
and as I crawl the walls
until the walls crawl me—
my passion evolutes,
while the breezes
of my virtuous and
mighty-mirrored self
waft gingerly
and again and again I am swimming
through seas of paper trials
and spongey errors
bouncing in a way
no other way can satisfy
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