As I explore the bounds of Morpheus' realm,
The captain of my vessel, but never at the helm
My pilot bears the cross of my mind
As through the ethereal labyrinth we wind.
Through Asklepios' operating theater,
Through the Earth and through the aether,
Through unsounded deeps and unconquered peaks.
Into the unexposed I find insight in my repose.
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