'Stencil'
The stencil of the day,
shaped by the rhythm of the week,
the wisdom of your feet,
the kingdom that you keep.
Shaded by echoes of the past that were not there from the get go.
The ones that seem to last are usually not welcome.
This vessel's in orbit.
Each time around the course it contorts,
mostly to tighten like a corset
because the longer you go, the more the alternative gets worse.
The mess is always recorded!
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