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Round and round the carisol spins,
Ask me where death comes and life begins,
Repeat of repeat towards the cold bin,
Ask me where one death stops and one life contends,

Break free of machine and metal back to the primal land,
Yet into survival and nature we'll be forced to stand,
Ascend one master into the belly of another you are slammed,
How could I break free of reality if in life I'm bland,

Into a hall of Twisting game interact and begin again,
Until you find the trick to leave bashing through its pain,
Into the wilderness you throw your life to countless deaths of competing gain,
What's next the mental barrier break it you go insane,

Gasping for air I felt the end,
Gasping for air I find the trap,
Gasping for air I cough out my lungs,
Gasping for air I feel the knives,

So break apart into eternity,
Like stain glass windows fall into another simulation never free,

Gasping for air I see my dreams repeat with just a wish,
Only by waking up repeating I stop its kiss,

Escape all the noise into the next bliss,

But digging for answers you learn the truth,
Breaking free from one life into a hundred million you'll be,

For as I split apart I'll feed animal mineral and bacteria seed....

Gasping for air I'll one day be into the eternal repetition I'm free...

As I split into thousands of chemical components,

I'll repeat in this reality...
Next life...
Next dream...

Like seeing the giant pile of rings...
How many times how many different things..
How many times did I write the same thing...

Gasping for air...
Coughing for life...
Fighting for feeling....
Fighting for what's right...

Locked into the egg,
Tethered to the seed,
Can I grow into a plant,
Or will I rot as it's leaves...
Lungs...
Eyes...
Organs...
Are inflamed...

The little ant laughs to the repeated world...
What a stupid stupid game...

If ever paused escaped or freed I'll laugh what a blast but ironic insanity all the same...

What a dazzling joke of all I hold dear,
Repeated pain and lies,
Repeated friends and gains,
Slowly eaten away into belly of cellular pain...

Maybe we are to be devoured by a even higher food chain,
Gasping for air I still cling to my brain,

Yet I'm built of how many neurons interacting....
Interconnecting...
Interwoven...

Damaged fractured I dig too deep failing,
Am I the wise man's words,
Or have I become Cassandra wailing,
Speaking out words that never are heard,

For from lips of Apollo or Dionysis,
Prophetic or folly only known after deaths kiss...

Guess I'll wade through the mouths of chemical millions and orgasm in ecstatic bliss...

Or am I just as stupid and naive hoping for a dream like heaven or elusis...

How silly a world built to stand on made up claims...

Just like humans to build on ideas made up in our dreams....


Sean Stutzman