Egoic mechanisms

This convoluted maze
of dead-end thoughts,
of avenues followed
to no resplendent conclusion --
When will it end?
When will that which feels closed and airless
Begin to breathe,
and open to the sky?
Or is this endless churning
recycling air,
enabling something else to breathe;
a support system for some rough and tortured beast
lumbering into being,
determined that its birth should pre-empt ours?


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