So many thoughts, but not a coherent one
Abstractions of higher being
Lower being
Philosophy for little children
There's no trepassing
Only glancing at the meadows beyond
Feeling the fresh wind of rain
Flesh and only flesh
The jester knocks at the door
The bumblebee soars freely
I spin and I spin and I spin
But my anchor's chains are diamond
Diamond and lead
My mind billows around my being
But impermeable am I
Unliftable am I
Stoic and statue
Under the weight of sanity
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