Caught by the pull of something,
something greater, I guess.
Unable to wander,
half lit with no veins to rage,
scarred and breathless.
I cannot stray,
from all I am, even what is half true.
A universe freed
from memory but laced in patterns.
Orbit and awe until the surge below.
I sift light from the void,
pull waves from the deep,
push myself nowhere.
No, It cannot be true,
so distant from the words now,
surely, I have broken free.
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