(1) Chivalrous Encounter
When I face my face without a stain.
I visualize a runner competing in a vain.
While foxes 're chasing it causing malicious pain,
it flees away to a sanction unbearing my brain
it encompasses itself in an impenetrable circle on a plane
it shreds all the papers framed by a compass without refrain.
it releases tears,fears ,and gears piercing this sanction with a crane.
it tramps,ramps,and cramps in a labyrinth when I flane.
it might bounce out of the frame to fall into a drain.
it strives to engrave its existence wishing to gain.
it mirrors aspirations haining moments of rain.
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