Object of existence
Place of unthinking
Pure sound of release
Fragments placed carefully
Create a collage of memory
Break the mirror
Rearrange the pieces
Glue them to a wall
Peace of mind
Doesn't last forever
Play the record
Until the grooves
Are worn out
I hear nothing
When I sleep
There is no danger
Only possibility
Sentences can't convey
All the thoughts
I wish to release
Words are insufficient
But they will do
Open up the part
Of yourself living in fear
Let the beast go
If there is a God
She lives as wind
Flowing through
The universe
An endless wave
All can feel
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