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Pinned down and swirling about,
Mostly weak without a routing.
Now to home.
Groooooan.
Stuck on my back, now that I’m gone,
The full measure of me.
It is not what you do, it is not what you mean,
It is more moderately extreme.
Perhaps it is all or nothing at all.
If proper living be your call,
Happiness, not luck, is being unstuck.
(Please listen to the musical opening and the reading via the links below)
3-14 Act III Purgatory, Scene 1 Opening