I keep on spiraling again.
Veins palpitate, aching like the
Desire of an obsessive
Perpetuations of the future abyss,
Ceaseless paths and choices do so
Remind me of
The future. The years
Of uncertainty house themselves
Along my fingertips.
They furl my brow, yet
I keep on spiraling
Because I am ready for new beginnings.
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