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I have always lost myself in excess a delicious pool of liquid velvet
a violet vortex tugging me playfully in every direction
except the one I was set on.

The lure of sweet oblivion the airless quiet
how you slip away let go the details tune out the static
the way you coast effortlessly no thinking required.

Voice of reason hushed decisions dampened care discouraged
so easy to get lost so hard finding your way back
the tension generates heat enough to forge a double-edged blade.

Nothing else will do
for the tightened knots are tangled and endlessly complex
like Alexander I must rouse myself to cleave doubt boldly.