Never-Ending Thinkery


In that which has no edge
--I aimlessly wander where there is no center--
while the numerous ways I have attempted escape made me an inventor,
yet thoughts still fail as channels of ideas pour,
pushing higher the perimeter's never-ending thinkery as it does soar,
flooding each crevice to where even wisdom heaves in breath,
causing question to follow contemplation,
along with the freedom in death.

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