Tis so curious how a mind creates the limbo in which it must dwell
How the soul scuttles desperately about like a small animal hiding
Quiet in great chaos- these curious circumstances-
can fascinate and confound -
Pondering how the soul gives up its life to the terrible objects surrounding it -so that by mysterious and strange osmosis it is encrusted-ensconced-beyond itself, immured in the body it begat
Perhaps by some mysterious order of things.. a carefully crafted refuge, a harboring thicket of distraction thus mercifully displaces reason, beacons beyond all distress and tumult, whispering in gentle familiar refrain - forget, forget, forget you are now safe from all this pain...
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