As deep a slice can go
Without nicking the bone
Gestating old emotions
I thought I had outgrown
So comical the turn
I’ve naught to do but laugh
Always trudging forth
On so elliptical a path
I know not who I am
I know not what I know
A pattern deeply rutted
So upward I must go
Can’t say I haven’t learned
The message all too clear
Now it’s time to ascertain
If I’m really here
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