and sideways expectations to renegotiate
for a stand that I have to make
a stake in the ground of a sacred place
the least of which is a claim
but an anchor from the waves
and the chemicals I begin to crave
and the self retains what the selfish refrains
for true energy is reserved for the brave
in a duel to save
a momentum regained
metaphysically explained
in mysterious ways
now illusion dissolves
as the purpose of the heart is resolved
with no more expectation than the obligation to evolve
and in between states of destiny and fate
the world revolves again
and I find my place.
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