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Gyres of Life

Following gyres of life 
one palpates
The level of disease 
Psyche wrestles
In the palestra, 
Ceremoniously, I’d say,
As if benediction would happen
Now, any day.
Invisible but with vigilance,
Let me hold or behold,
The ground and stance,
When you enter into my manse
Less hostile, 
Rather stance with a smile.
Esteemed friend, 
In my head,
Speaking to you, 
The state of affair is 
-	So, so, so sad,
I’d like to prenotify 
Of this concord, you,
While I am sane, slightly mad.
Blow the whistle,
I am starving
Of the good life,
On the edge 
That’s being grind,
Or being carved
Out of my mind.

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