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>Everything That Rises Must Diverge<

Time flies and mouths whistle
Tug yourself, lug yourself forward.
Right this way you go.
Heralded by the stars spinning in your mind.
Stripes converge on your body like furry tattoos.

Swipe and claw.
Amped-up so
Pacing to and fro.
Deadlines loom while
tasks undone unravel you.

Who gets shot
And who gets naught?

Fraught with dissonance as they clash and turn;
Flames explode and some get burned.
Reminders rattle you.



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