MY MINDS ARE BROKEN
I'm at the point where I've reached astral ends,
my minds are broken and my heart amends.
These are quality things, of which I must be aware:
the signification, the edification, the purpose I wear.
Looking up, the false full moon I notice it throws its
cloak over doom - the light and its shadow, the halves
of each other, duality soon. I shrug and I wander.
I've left that room.
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Place my hand in the ether - a wide-open sky,
darkness and blemish. I wonder not why.
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