It seems to be that time has brought
me down a spiral cord
in hopes of springing me back up
when to it's end I go.
But somehow my spring's been compressed.
Or through the center I must have lept
falling between spiral cords
onto a line eternally flat.
Did I skip years of life
to find myself upon this line?
Or have I simply overlooked
a future, joyful slip-and-slide?
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