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when you started
oh so long ago
not knowing where you were going
not knowing
how did you know?
(and did you know?)

the way was blind
and oh so many miles
the course seemed straight
but the distance lied about it
the distance lied
didn't you know?
how couldn't you?

it all makes sense now
(or it doesn't)
but we always end
where we began
always stepping into skin
like ouroborus snakes
becoming
what someone else
or someone us
will shed away or eat.

don't you feel complete?
to always begin
where we thought
the ending would find
our feet?