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Are all I can grasp
Only outlines
Form, light and shadow
Their depth a mystery to me
Reaching out,
Reaching in
I get more than I bargin for
3D vortex
Turmoil twising, spinning
Taking me down
I drown
Above ground
Laid flat
Immersed in sheets and cover
Self inflicted mental interrogation
That lasts for days
I am an enemy to progress
I decide to break the circle
And grasp no further
Than the shape of things