Philosophie follows me like a bare itch
Pain to the silent parting
Implemented each statement
Suffocating stare
I am a body of water
And these ideas
These opportunities do flutter by it seems
An arc
From recess to vision to recess
A pinch deeper than before
And capable to thresh the arc
Without even stepping o'er
Do wonder
O where o where are you
Might thresh the arching mane
So bucking lieu?
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