Everything is as true as we want it to be
Survive beyond the outer reaches of our infirmity
Struggle bound to the marrow
Leave your bones unbroken
Tiredness Weariness seeps within
No time for surrendering
Dig deeper Darling
Students of this twilight art
No masters among ourselves
Asking questions like Socrates did
If I were an albatross gliding
upon invisible waves
I'd be content
in the endless finite
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