Iterative Awakening
There are layers of me still sleeping,
Weeping for fear of being exposed.
This iterative awakening sucks,
Fucks me up the further I go.
What happens if this continues,
No sinew left unsinged?
Or suppose that question is switched.
Which leaves me more unhinged?
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