Jumping, straining towards horizons of beyond,
while still collecting shells of disobedience
on this side of ocean's depths.
Side-stepping all residue, emptying self of
reality's ashes into cisterns hidden below
earth's crust, never to be seen again in
our lifetime.
Tranquil aspects keep us on our toes, keeping
us safe from evil's behavior.
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