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Depth
07.09.05

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Running. Fast. Refusing to turn around... or turn back at all. The air burns and rushes past with a swift
sensation that can't help but lead to an ever-present agitation. And I can't remember why I'm here. The
last time I heard and the last time I saw is more than I can bear to even think about. Pacing rhythm that
drives the spirit along, yet torturously tearing the body down. Lost. Beginning to see beneath the
shadows... Beginning to hear their groans of desperation. My mind is gone. And they have won.

Back under the spell. Chasing or being chased... it's all the same again. I've run into the deepest corner
unaware what it is I'm after, and yet I can sense that I'm not the one leading anymore. Revelations. Too
deep for words. Being in love can't begin to spell the ponderings of my wanton muse. And I'm too torn
to share this misinterpretation with even the warmest soul. Mercy. They've changed my tune and
caused my life to trudge within the serpentine tunnels of despair. Back again. Back under the spell of
aimlessness.

Crying out won't hold it in.

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© Grace Spradlin