Seeker
My energy, a love- light
dulled by my physcial body
attracted to a vice
with a magnetic pull
my spirit bound to its bones and roots
too tightly
but there are times
a twinge of Dejavu
realeases my energy
and gives me wholeness the vice never could
as my energy transcends
my skin's confining quarters
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