because after starting there is no way to stop even as the head drops low and the blood flows more coldly -- the lonely track trailing off and the uncertainty about movement in really any direction -- waiting for a course correction that cannot will not ever come -- numb to the morning to the middle to the muddle and leaning hard into the dark the night the elsewhere there is no reason left to stumble, nowhere deeper still to fall --
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