Imagine this,
imagine your moment approaching,
and you have this knowledge,
(oh that part is kept on the backburner, been
spinning in the mind flaps for a while,)
while you are working up
and reaching the end of this pole,
this flagged point of conquest,
you halt just before the final tick.

You concentrated so much on those
quintuple chunks, that you lost sight
of the fullest circle, there are no
more degrees with which you can
hide yourself, you are lain open
and there is nothing left to see,
which is silly,
for this existence is an infinite one,
but the juice has been wrung out,
squared out,
you are at the point of stop.

However, this wall will not be
an inglorious finish, no, I shall take
my hands and feet,
scale you, conquer you, take myself
these last few inches to victory,
that self doubt mockingly claiming
that this creation station is empty
only knows how to destroy,
whereas you have been building.