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Mind Play.

Play the mind
as it’s played you.
Time to tune
the world within.

Find what shapes you, turn
the tables,
own your essence
and take the throne

so as to mould your own life,
change your own mind.

For so long
it’s smelled of death,
stained with sensitive bruises,
bitter to the taste
as it looks back
at you with a crowd
of divided eyes,

closing, blinking, wincing,
tearing up and seeing red,
all to a soundtrack
full of skipping records
playing broken tunes
as you jig
and chime on in
to the same old song and dance.

A vulture long circling itself,
diving to dine now
as ouroboros.
arming self-creation.


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