You've been afflicted with images.
And a need to worship,
All that is superficial.
And I can understand your despair.
But condoning this as my awareness...
I can not do that.
Too much of it has been already there.
Everything you value,
Is losing its flair.
And you are losing reason,
To maintain vacancy.
Somewhere in your mind,
That was not valued as it could...
And should be!
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