Quiet corner silent space
Unhindered in reflection
Considering the scheme of things
Finding power in subjection
Not concerned with why one is
Nor how notable a mission
Deep in mind with what I find
Discovering steps to each decision
Conversations had within oneself
Rarely ever written down
Press on me a sense of mystery
As fuzzy logic breaks it down
The weight of things one must weigh
up
From that insistent inner voice
If left ignored may leave one
floored
At worst denied another choice
So here it is and there I am
A fissure pulsing in the matter
A dream a scheme a scattered meme
A real imagined me I flatter
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