battle submission to dementia
implosion of the mental threshold
an organism without a vessel
one can focus on the static
mass attracts just like a magnet
collect in me the amount of a fissure-full
i am the space between all that is visible
the rock of life bides in my stream
everlasting in a waking dream
i have crawled up out of the clod
the bearing heavy mass facade
as this fugazi is constant
tie together every chakra
when the only thing felt is the mantra
liquidate my aeyuwaska
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