...the long way around
Even
as I close my eyes to each day passing by, another awareness curls
around my mind, wrapping itself within thought itself, in such a way
that my inner workings don't work anymore as they used to, instead I
see further into my own reasoning for doing every little thing I do,
and in doing so, I get trapped in this loophole that is my inward
spiraling towards the center of me, over and over again. Every time I
break the surface as if to breathe, I shunt away the little of me I
get in each of those glimpses from down deep where I must remain for
longer and longer periods until, finally, I need not return. I have
the sense that isn't anything here calling out to be, but instead
something in there keeping me out. My return to that birth place is
as real as anything real can be, and equally unmovable. I must be
something first before I gain complete access to my own keys. My way
is the long way around.
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