it seems as if every motion i make
isn't guided by a hand from above or
even within, a meandering walk about
what i desire, need, care for
concentric circles seem to be forming
arc upon arc not the most direct
the straightest path inward
(the least risky one, sure to keep
my most precious items safe)
seems to be pointing in one direction
only, and yet my heavy-hearted feet
are tied to this ground by responsibilities
both heavy and unwanted,
the one desire truly known
(and paid attention to)
at the center of these maddening patterns
is just beyond my reach
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