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original poem/untitled

msshaksper

I do not know its name

but I know its power.

It draws them near

and then closer still.


Remembering to forget

they find themselves willing.

Forgetting to remember

fight or flight flees.


With each step it propels them.

Inching toward the infinite.

A becoming of that

which has always been.



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