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Laziness disguised as determination, but today I burry the bodies. Today I return with cleaner hands. Hitting the round from point to point...I seek out this wrenching, this seperation of self from self. There is only one truth

And I crave it's revelation! Where does the curve of my wrist fit best to move this mountain? This is my place

I've bucked off the banks of this thin trail, but I'm ready for smooth and central...well central at least. 

Is anything really smooth?