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Days Are A Bobsleigh

it's as though i untied the knots but am still tied to the spot just because i saw all the tangles then untangled the lot doesn't mean I'm not strangled and can handle the drop or cut loose from the noose which connected the dots. What next? Perplexed, guess still trying to digest, vexed to inexpressed, cycles back to ingest, diluting a consuming pullulating index, digress from subjects mind filled to a flex. address to progress but pulling new knots, new stress through mulling over not forgots, depressed with aggression and losing the plot, a quest for understanding when found it stops. days are a bobsleigh dive bombing at pace, visualising the future yet seeing just space, out of the persisting mists permanent state realise I'm unsuited to what follows this escape.

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