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Swiveling –

Escaping The light.
Never released.
Captive to The form.
These ancient forms don’t bind.
Only The fear –
Of release.
Liberty is a terror of its own.
Oppression a comfort of self.
Grappling eternally.
With The resentment.
self.
Muddling through oblivion –
While attempting to climb.
Sinking with each upward step.
The form will always be me.