abrupt, unknown, unclaimed
And to such he has put together a plan,
sinister like
Events he has set in motion
crafted carefully
In absolute secrecy from his own hands
Maybe a summit, Kalsubai or Salher
Then leap in a supposed slipping
Or maybe a night in spirited high
Over the limits to poison his blood
These are just a few known modes
Through which the poet seeks an exit
Yet until his vows are untied,
come September
He bids his time, waiting for his fix
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