The sun rises to my back

The set I never see

This walk towards outer space

.

Guided by a map drawn with circles

The speed of things that never change

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Tethered to detachment

This spirals made with teeth

A ratio made to deviate

A deviance from the hemisphere

A life born to defy

Anchored to the loneliness

The path upward towards the sky

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The numeric dial spins against the lock

Living with inertia
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