Today I walked through the finite,
took a turn at the waves,
dialed into the sounds,
dived down the depths of the sub.
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This place is far out and its not that far off,
full of creatures that thrive on the heaviness,
they feed in the darkness off the bottom,
gorge on the life that is swimming.
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There are big swimmers and little swimmers,
down here in the mass,
they flourish and dominate the matter,
turning the mind to and fro.
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When the waves are disrupted
and twist the currents into chaos,
they scatter through their psyche,
and cling to what makes them real.
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The big picture is convoluted,
for the hiding of the truth,
many fish will be netted,
and never have a clue.
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My walk succumbed to consciousness,
where the waves took on to air,
and I moved above the aether,
to the place with others aware.
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From here we watch the flame.
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