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The craving

When I feel my gorge rise

I step back

into a world of my own,

away from plutocracy;

where I walk unencumbered

beyond those limitations;

where my intonations

are not reactions,

but, expressions

flowing freely into

unalloyed continuance 

of me;

strengthening my resolve,

not looking for cognizance,

not moved by puffery

or, recognition;

The victory I crave

is intrinsic to me,

in the pursuit of musk.

~**~

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