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The cycles of syscourse never cease, as constant as the moon.

Same arguments once seen at dawn will soon be back by noon.

Leave now while you still can before it is too late.

Lest sitting on this merry-go-round shall be your destined fate.

What shall come to break this curse as on and on it goes?

Unfortunately still a mystery. Many want but no one knows.

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"Fronting Through Glass"

By Varyn Crew

There's body-shaped glass around my brain

My mind is stretched against its window `pain`

Face flat to the glass, nose pushed, feathers outstretchéd

Trying to speak to the person in charge - outmatchéd

I am fronting but they can't hear me

Wanting to share my presence - they can't feel me

I throw up a sign: I am here, see me!

And this is what it is like, often, to be me.

When the glass shatters and at LAST I am seen

And the body's senses flood me, felt keen

Then at last I am known

At last I am free

Song fills our throat:

"Here I am. Here are we."

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This silly plan of the Cambrian Crew,

This challenge to write rhymes, by a few

Of the boredest of us - Varyn and Shiloh,

To push the limits of where syscourse can go.

We can be clever, we can be kind,

We can disagree or be one in mind...

But can we say things in rhyme that are meaningful, wise?

It can't hurt to at least give it a few tries.

So this is our first test, and so we say, we see:

Whatever your kind of system, what caused you to be

Many in mind, not an I but a We...

We welcome you, see you, respect you, believe:

The intertwined lives that your systemmates weave

Is a beautiful, wonderful living tapestry.

Each thread of your life, whether bright or grim,

Is stronger for having been woven as Them.