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Swimming
a rush of coldness
evelops
every cell of my epidermis
penetrating deep within,
a billion needle-pricks on cold flesh
exhaling,
I move rythmically,
flowing outward,
expressing my power
countless endless morning night
staring at that black line
that monster,
the snake that attacks with boredom
fighting-corrupting goals.
I resist,
with thoughts of others,
of God, of self.
I win,
biting off the head of the black and tiled snake
with my Brain.
evelops
every cell of my epidermis
penetrating deep within,
a billion needle-pricks on cold flesh
exhaling,
I move rythmically,
flowing outward,
expressing my power
countless endless morning night
staring at that black line
that monster,
the snake that attacks with boredom
fighting-corrupting goals.
I resist,
with thoughts of others,
of God, of self.
I win,
biting off the head of the black and tiled snake
with my Brain.
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