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[darklingfox]

Like an IV drip
The second hand of a clock
I feel it enter me
My veins burn warm with it
Ecstasy: breathless I float
Something I started
Seems so long ago
Follows me like a shadow
It whispers in my ear
I stop in the moment and listen

A single set of actions
And still the results unfold
Revealing maps and landmarks
Survival by cunning
You thought you could hide
Mistaking yourself for me
I see your shadows
As you hide behind your bush
Taking the raven as a symbol
For something you will never be

The shift of relevance
Irony of open books
Closed minds
Hiding
From yourself
From me
And the pendulum's swing continues
While only one of us
remains deceived.