We've been traveling for so long, whole journeys, just to move inches, for a tiny change in perspective, this whole time, just a worm wriggling, imprisoned, is it really changing, it looks the same, but eternities have passed, still in the same place, but our mind moved a little, move big toe, the past echoes, but our reason for doing things, selfishness still echoes, ghosts and demons, but the rise and fall of emotions, has become minimal, so much sin, lays behind this façade, unfortunately I'm a poet, and I'll have to work for a living, the nine levels of hell, can we make it to the end, our spirit passes, to be recycled in the world, take it, please, you can have all of it, I’ll be happy, to be forgotten, at every turn, I can barely make a move, checkmate after checkmate, anything I do, would be a mistake, the most optimal solution, would be to sit still, wait, for the ocean waves, passing, passing, so many connections to this place, can we ignore it, our existence, once you’re recognized, you’ll be immortal, run and hide, look for an exit, but you won’t be able to escape it, this is where we fell, build, build, so many terrible places, diseases and delusions, young and old, the highs and the lows, but the West extends, god hides, in everything, it’s spread out, across different faculties, earth crawlers and flies, four-legged beasts, and the birds that fly, equality, amongst all things, rivers, have a way of breaking mountains, let’s just go, learn what you can, allow the past to echo out, history, so many lessons, freedom, and what you can ignore, what can be contained, and allowed in your life, just rivers and roads, meridians, one with the world, nascent stage, immortals, crouching tigers, hidden dragons, mortal dust, does it really exist, a perfect place, heaven…

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