I'm stuck in a holding pattern.
The loop repeats.
While I wait to be raised from my slumber, worms writhe behind my eyes.
My coffee has gone cold.
No more worshipping of false idols. I will no longer wear the Hellenic costume for your benefit.
When I place my hand in yours the ground opens up and swallows me whole.
Basta!
I will not be subsumed.
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