when the world
twists and bends around me
when the arc
of pain burrows into my sight
when the light turns in upon itself
and warps into a writhing staircase
when the light turns in upon itself
and warps into a writhing staircase
I
do not turn away
I
look into the blinding spiral
I follow the incandescent path
I seek the wisdom strung sharp
suspended beneath the pain
I follow the incandescent path
I seek the wisdom strung sharp
suspended beneath the pain
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