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Psychedelic spirals on the city walls
Whisper beats and numb chants
Like that non-emotive song in a club
Arms that merge and colors that spin
And edges that blink and disappear
And Boom! I’m in the terrible center!
With whirling waves in my bones
And I am this spiral on the city wall
That goes around but gets nowhere.
And I am this color, this yellow that grins
And meets the green in a minute
While turquoise awaits us at the next bend.
And I am this music that I hear in my head
That the spiral arms DJ in my brain.
And they later ask the Sun to see
The frivolous nature of my identity
And I breathe, starry-eyed and let it all sink in.