...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKRo86ccTtY
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. . I . Cartography of the soul: . An abacus, weight-scales, Charts, hourglasses, Sundials, A compass, a quadrant and The distant pulse of a cardiograph. . . II . We're never really given the proper means, are we? . We're just incentivized, Sometimes incensed, Broken and Occasionally reassembled. . . III . As hard as it is to say, and as ugly as it gets, I've never truly been able to understand myself Unless I push it - a concept or an attribute - To my furthest, and utmost extent. . . .
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