Conclusions.

Of movement, I am aware,
Untouched, removed,
But not much else.

Polestar vision,
I am on the brink.

And just like that,
A plunging pulse,
A kaleidoscope vision.

The tang of inevitability,
A taste of chewed pencil
In my mouth.

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