Ecstasy of rightness

Out of the hive mind,

Onto the perilous road

To the unknown self.

Stuffing time into my pockets,

As if there were no tomorrows.

I stand as the trusted shapeshifter

That tricks the tall woman

Embued with visceral powers,

Of the octarine discworld.

Wouldn’t you happen to be around?

I could use some mind’s machinery

Of realness.

I need to come close to the world again,

Calling life back from death.

The works of a thief are never done.

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