Sway

Waltzes with turmoil,
squaring round holes in a psyche,
blown out in refrain;
falling and rising and dying
a little, again, every day
and whose hill is this, anyway?

Thinking is not the same as knowing,
as feeling is not growing,
just demanding more room to sway.

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