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I am bound
an arm
a leg
where I step
I am not found
as I’m pulled away

and where I search
I do not seek
in eyes that see
the host and meek
for when I turn
I turn again
and in a circle,
I find a rend
where I had torn
through and tear again
I fall, I pull
I push and frown.
lost in one
lost, not found
where I go
I do not go
with step or foot
or sight or sound.

I lose. I lost.
Bound to go
where
I
am
tossed

~R. Harder