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A mesmeric obsession

With the purest shape

My mind is a spiral with no escape

I begin to see it

Everywhere that I look

The shell of a snail, a whirlpool in a brook

A curse that ends

The moment it begins

Reaching its terminus

As it starts again

Plunged into darkness

Gazing into its form

My mind and my body begin to transform

A curse that ends

The moment it begins

Reaching its terminus

As it starts again

I search for the helix

Underneath my skin

Consumed by the pattern

I seek it within

I slice off my fingertips

I puncture my ears

A gyre of madness

A vortex of fear

So twisted, so tangled

I search for the core

I pray when I find it

I will suffer no more

I grasp the auger

With blood-covered hands

The shape whispers to me

I do as it commands

I coil like a serpent

The center draws near

A gyre of madness

A vortex of fear

So twisted, so tangled

Still I thirst for more

A void to discover

A nothing to explore

Uzumaki

A curse that ends

The moment it begins

Reaching its terminus

As it starts again

The art of the spiral

So perfect, so sublime

From the moment of creation

To the end of all time