The ocean, it ripples, it moves, and waves flow away, it can even blur, the lines, you don’t know, follow the feeling, this is just a dream, we can be at multiple places, all at once, the gates to the abyss, hide in the shadows, stories, are always playing out, as above so below, divination, it shows you where to go, but more importantly, it shows you where you are, light a candle, read how the wax flows, is this heaven or hell, the sun is shining, both, day and night, maybe science, will lead us out of it, but ultimately, it’s just a branch on a tree, from that grand and deep, matrix, the earth tree, like clockwork, it still operates, as it was meant to, when this place becomes, inhospitable, maybe I’ll go, but I can take a lot of abuse, daddy, I want more.

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