Indebted
Indebted to a moment of clarity,
oddly pulling me closer to a line.
I was primitive then, so ignorant, and paleolithic, and certainly behind.
Burdened by the proof that I was a monster.
I am still left here to wonder in this scenario,
this one massive and primordial scenario,
how I might continue to push this mind right across the lines,
and to run along with it.
I am indebted to these odd moments of clarity,
and now I have my shot to win this time.
I am indebted.
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