hollering winds, shielded they stand,
against me,
against my breath.
in the stormy night, stranded i am,
mocking birds,
mocking at me.
cornering the silence of this existence,
i run,
i run for cover.
chased by the cryptic stars,
beaming loud
beaming the misfortunes.
in search of discreet directions,
right! right!
what is right?
a flight of endless steps
prancing,
prancing breathlessly,
wayward impulses, wary of nothing,
disappearing,
disappering noticeably.
enter the state of turmoil,
mist gallores
mystic indeed
in my dreams, yet another day
i compete
i compete with the self
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