No Odysseus
I am swept along on a frothy gyre
Of sparking synapses and pulsing neurons.
I spin helpless before the maelstrom
That I created,
Now bound to my mast
I steer a course past Scilla.
I ward off Charybdis
And fend off the Harpies
I endure the Sirens
As their songs lure me with promises
Only to find myself here.
Only here.
Just here.
But why here?
I brought it on myself.
I dared to stand too close
I heeded no warnings
I dared too much.
My reach exceeded my grasp
And I fell.
No Odysseus here
But an Icarus
Palimpsest 
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