Dropping down,
Down into the miasm
Into the folds of ancient memories
Lived by those who walked before us.
We must not stand on the their shoulders,
But must look into their eyes
To understand ourselves.
I’m searching for something that I can’t find -
A consciousness deep in my mind,
Buried in a pile of retrospections,
Sparkling somewhere in the dark.
I must tear down these trite reflections,
And on a mind trip I must embark.
If you disbelieve
What you perceive,
Discreetly leave
Make-believe portals
Of fancy behind -
But don’t forget
To check your mind.
insquequo deinde
~93
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