killing the desire for pain

perhaps i am possessed
running around in circles
until the ground wears away
around my tired ankles

this is no life for a lover
of graceful tree branches
and singing brooks

somewhere there is space
for contemplation
imagination
rejuvenation

my lost inspiration
found somewhere inside
the unexpected self

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