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It isn’t a lack of things to say, these acting reactions symbolizing infinite refractions, just jumbled about afraid of the verse, questioning if it’s too free and lonely or needing order or is this sounding rehearsed and with wreckless abandon I try to reprimand and reclaim this active inaction and make a retraction from all these idle drafts and half strewn spastic attempts to stay emulating elastic but here I am rhyming is it all too much scheme when it should idealize a dream?