Imagine, the mind is a duality
from one well springs you
the other, another
One is the container of the ego, 'reality'
the other, nothingness, the automata
The latter is fantastic, dreamy and sleepy
-the ego merely a delusional defense
against the rushing beauty of existence
which are we truly?
This aggressive little beast, the self
or the unlimited potential of what could be?
A melody, a rhyme, a lonely old man.
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