Not as an island
Hidden within the ocean
deeper than water
Fertile ground for illusion
Have I trod this forest before
Gleaming to see others perform
Moments erode into monuments
As I observe with full wonder
To judge the behavior
Retuning to me as shadows
Within panoramic vistas
Darkly yielding wisdom
That appears to reflect
All that I love and despise
Caught in the middle
Wether sandy shoreline
Wether deep dark woods
Wether the abyss of the cosmos
Alone is alone
Even they who show
Separated alone
Cast aside from
The internal war
Of desire and repulsion
Until the final breath
Gives sway to eternal
Relation with God
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