Can you tell me of energy
Not tired gain-less days
Aching feet, slouched and breathless,
purpose, purchase?
Inside the cement wheel of night
Rotates a fate stoned in necessity.
Out here can I spin the change
Or drift?
A purpose dancing to a linear end,
This envelope of will,
This moment once and now,
Is it a crossword of choice
Or an actors jest in an ancient play?
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