I am an album.
You can turn me over.
Though it escapes me,
meaning, it dumbfounds me,
blindfolds & damp; unfolds me
never to be found again
of hiding and seeking
painfully sleeping again
in the corners of you
your present soul
yet
many many spirits
surrounding astound
capture & catch
free thinking
to be flipped to be found
to be caught in the middle.
Again now, please.
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