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Bed of Contours
I extend myself
with my head at the opposite end
of my bed,
examining the fine contours of life.
Breathing, I have breathed
the silent thoughts
of the coming of age;
of a time when men's minds
become their own
or not theirs at all.
I have built myself an empire
of luxury,
but in it I can only reach
a tiny part of myself.
This is where I begin.