Dubbed Down

In pinched regret

Steeped in a fool’s fortune

Spattered with the tireless work of hate

A destiny bound to oddity

Sought after like glittering gold

Hold firm the line of self

It’s true place being bathed in sunlight

Whisked from the worry of time

Underneath, aloft with wings

I see the unfolding spiral beneath my feet

Dangling bare with heel-toes gripping

I sat upright for the sun

A dawn becoming an entire day

In revolving moments, where chance plays at circumstance

And the die are cast for yet another round


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