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Sep 19
Travel too deep
and get ****** dry,
by a psyche, not a logical leap.
Ascension—let it fly.

Personal fragility—
Senses need grounding
by a cup of Earl tea,
the alarm is sounding!

Collapsed social animus,
all the animals attack—
Equanimity—No fuss.
Who really has the facts?

Now just wait a minute,
it is all an illusion.
We are actually infinite.
And heading for fusion.
How deep is too deep? Care to find out?
Written by
Shaun Copple  45/M/Czechia
(45/M/Czechia)   
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