turning

spin, faster, faster, spin—
now I don’t need to look;
my course is yet set; I’ll go—
like I re-read a read book:

like the world wide wild words,
they say knowledge is a road:
what you speak, you spoke,
so then abide an(d) abode—

it is, the ride you chose—
so who knows!?

charming is the tongue of a light stroke,
and then, what’s less is always cautious—

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