fear of eternal recurrence
If I accept the premises on which our coexistence was based,
Or can I ever escape the road taken?
does that mean I am inevitably doomed to end up in the same place?
To take the same baits, furiously spit them out and then go back and ask for more?
Or can I ever escape the road taken?
That seductive undergrowth that wanted wear.
Yeah, I wore it. Or it wore me.
We wore each other out.
And here I stop, half-way through this analogy that makes no sense.
Voiced thoughts are non-rigid designators.
Especially mine.
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