(....And Xyst)
To the many fluctuations
Of the spirit
From wanting to run, write cook sketch
And what have you
In an infinite loop
To curling up in bed refusing to budge
Yearning to merge in the myriad
Escaping the confines of this hamster wheel.
Why falter at the end of the xyst?
Play hard and push the limit
We are almost there at the finish line!
The only failure
They say - is giving up!
So rise.
Be the flour if not the Sun
Be the bread if not the life!
wow
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