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The Far Side

Gathered 'round my axis
Are familiar states of mind
Always forwardly intending;
Searching doorways, risking stairs,
Spoofing styles, wounding egos,
Testing rain, the trees and sky,
Questioning the clouds
Casting shadows on my world.

But when dictates settle
And comfort looks around,
There are resonances calling
Refrains from distant songs
Imploring introspection.
Then, rotation sounds alarm'
"Who am I anyway?"
Self navigates beyond.


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