Sit now and humor another trip and lack of sync.
Another ball of wayward words and finished concepts,
Of both the joy and the road that is behind.
So only measured by your fellow man.
What hidden smile?
What constance of any question?
Well rounded in the serpent and the cycles both.
So it is to be in its own,
in its deed.
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