WORDED.ART

Running laps,
Back to back,
Until the circle breaks,
Or something in us
Snaps.
Rituals of serenity
Obsessively performed —
Fearful repetition
May be all that keeps
Our fragile inner peace.
Possessed we hide,
We run, we dash,
Imagining ourselves free,
Futilely fleeing consequence.

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