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Who am I?
Who are you?
Why are things of thought abstruse?
I sit by a window and peer out
The definitive of dreams, and stack sullivan stroll by
Correct portrayal, or mental scholar guise?
An existence within the forbidden box;
A gift curiosity did wantonly open
Releasing into the imaginations of humanity
The ouroborus of insanity in thought
The Gorgons of self-interest honed
Considerations of the other; changing kindred spirits to stone
Complacency's rule in pride
The hominids left not far behind.
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