At this moment in time
Life feels
.                Ist-

.                                Ory-
.                                                Moving
.                Manic erratic
Leaps    without

.                Faces, places, doors all shift        My nightsbleedintodays

I don’t know where I’m going
.                                                                Searching
.                For unwritten maps etched with impossible words

And                        I                               can
Feel       the         vice
Of experience
Trying to crush
Me into a mould
A pattern
Set rhythm
That’s easy to follow
Regular and concise
That will slowly flow till
An urn on a window sill
My remains

.                                                                But I refuse
.                To be compacted                             When I could     float       on           the
.                Flow over
.                                Spend my time existing
.                                                In transit
.                                                                Always going forward
.                                                                                Spreading further


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