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The Circle Chant
Almost over…
Almost done…
I keep racing forward
as though there’s something to be won
Almost over…
Almost done…
running in circles,
waiting for the dying of the sun
Almost over…
Almost done…
refusing to acknowledge
this end has just begun
Almost over…
Almost done…
Almost over…
Almost done…
The star just to my right
is my oblivion,
the crowding in my head
hauntings of comparisons.
I’m overrun
I’m outdone,
these tendons barely hold together
this skeleton
Almost over…
Almost done…
Almost over…
Almost done…
and eyes close in unison
Almost done…
I keep racing forward
as though there’s something to be won
Almost over…
Almost done…
running in circles,
waiting for the dying of the sun
Almost over…
Almost done…
refusing to acknowledge
this end has just begun
Almost over…
Almost done…
Almost over…
Almost done…
The star just to my right
is my oblivion,
the crowding in my head
hauntings of comparisons.
I’m overrun
I’m outdone,
these tendons barely hold together
this skeleton
Almost over…
Almost done…
Almost over…
Almost done…
and eyes close in unison
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