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having imbibed a turbulent elixir, confusing ‘entropy’ for ‘energy’ drink, i now find myself dispersed across the cosmos
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though i’ve gained a keener comprehension of the universal vernacular—and the perpetual rhythm of order and chaos—i’m perplexed by the simple task of reaching work today
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why should I bear such allegations questioned the fox
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these tiny mouse murmurs in the night, this false proclamation,
for innocence is my cloak, truth my vocation,
a sly reputation, but no malevolent aspirations
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through your labyrinth of accusations I tread,
yet unseen, unheard, in shadows widespread,
seek not the villain where darkness is cast,
for in your moonlit drama, my innocence will outlast
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and with that the fox fades into the night,
a riddle for those who may question his plight
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optimist lost steps,
hope’s maze leads to backward paths,
sunlight’s puzzled glance
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beware, tiny mouse!
dusk’s cloak conceals the malevolent fox,
who slyly shifts ‘neath darkening cover,
his fur transforms into shadow,
then hunts unseen!
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burrow deep,
craft a labyrinth of tunnels,
navigate with care through twists and turns,
survive, you will,
until the morning light returns
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