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the mind cowards under umbrellas of delusion from the rains
the floodgates of heaven issue torrents of truth
how true is a question againt which we are sharpened continually
a grindstone that polishes us to a mirrors finish within which we cannot perceive our own image
recused from recursive thoughts that plot treasonous paradox
infinite rabbit holes haunt famished fox
tunneling through the mesh
beyond the touch of skin and flesh
mind disregards noise yet can't ignore threads of truth woven therein
patterns noticed in the random
reality hacking within reach
master fish flow fluently between waters above and below
to what end, he surely knows
a patient sea awaits his soul
at the end of rivers flow
when erroding shores have taken toll
he accepts the struggle was all for naught
the net of death where all are caught
