Scalding needles of your reason
Face the surface of your soul
Contemplation (clear and pure)
In isolation (that's what you need)
The boiling ocean of somatic responses
Is reflecting the dirt of your consciousness
The continuous thoughts are like fog
So figured but so blank
The Universe is passing by and through
The whole world's breath is in your hands
And time is running faster and faster
Right in the trap of nothing
Scalding needles of your passions
Face the surface of your soul
Liberation (the one and only)
Is in the chamber where you're alone
Between the hard beats
Your heart beats
Between its heartbeats
The hearts beat
Between the hard beats
Your heart beats
Between its heartbeats
The hearts beat
Around the trunk
Of a singular tree
There is the
Polyvariety
Between the hard beats
Your heart beats
Between its heartbeats
The hearts beat
Between the fibers
Of your soul
There is a whole
Microcosm
Between the hard beats
Your heart beats
Between it's heartbeats
The hearts beat
Inside the notes
Of every verse
There is a
Fractal Universe

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