I can barely fathom the naked soul in its illustrious drama The squirming snaked ego consuming its own life in a futile bid to wind itself around the entire world The calm of reason The soothing rhyme of poetry Bathed in emotions of sonic revelry awash in the waves of insatiable mores The deep unquestioning hum of the truth. Sardonically the blinded passions are cooled, and the ego is calmed by Spirit's immortality. . |
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