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The pinnacle of anxiety that makes it's mark on every individual across the world at some point or moment. This poem tries to explain how an individual with such an anxiety, whether human or animal, feels on an every day basis.
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It's starting again...my thoughts ripping this way or another...just hoping to find the next out...in and out resolutions of can and can't,Will it ever falter...jolt my inner being with kickstart programs of grammar filled relations of institutionalized refractions,Canons...masses of proper appeal...no wait I need a sheik tonight...maybe a monk to guide me along nervous nirvana,The rift raft of today's world...walking right on by me as if I'm the only one in the world...play the track louder...oh just tad more now.Make the noise rise...like a cello without it's strings...add a drum and beat until the goat skin falls from it's base,Tambourine jingles...the bells have fell from their structuring...falling over the edge of humanities cliffs,Noise dropping kinetics that grind gracefully like gravity without a living notion of up or down,Chosen ones...maybe they learnt a lesson in humility...maybe the lost ones already knew the wisdom...please play it louder now.
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