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Snap, pop, fizzzzzzz. Was that another fuse!? Wessel ‘24 This certainty I have is a broken view of a horizon far away shrouded in mist. What I hope and desire, this ringing clarity of direction purpose and ideals, illusions dispersed by light. Another endless procession of turtles down. Turn everything on its end and smash it into the ground, still the same pieces remain, but a new puzzle has formed. This endless cycle of pivot and pirouette, so dizzy, but the toe that holds the spin, firm.