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A pop and a swirl,
as misty as a translucent pearl,
there's no directions,
just intertwined intersections.
I travel through probabilities every night,
wondering what to do and what's right,
naught makes sense when I'm awake,
so akin drowning and waking up ashake.
It's then that I miss the sense of knowing,
of where I'm walking and where I'm going,
beguiled I am by the plague of what the wise call confusion,
is there a way out or was I always made to exist in this detention?
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