Maybe it is bestleft as a mystery,all the sacred thingsyou hold dear,trapped insidefor you to breathe.

Even as you noticethe most sincereprinciples of reality--you condemn all the fakethat screams in your face,

and that knowledge may leadto even more intricate puzzles,fluttering down fromsomewhere to nowhere,like lazy words writhingmystically in the dark.

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