Delving deeper into my psyche,
I swim in the ocean of illusion.
A thesis emerges that captures my essence,
that's fluid and self-balancing, and completes my soul.
My hand meets paper and form is given,
to the reason for Creation, quelled from a distant past.
I pour it out like water of nourishment,
savored from the corners of my mind.
Linking thoughts with dreams and wishes,
creating an endless flow of perception.
I sense meaning to be netted from within the lines;
an abstraction taken from outside of time.
Stirrings discovered between blades of grass on a shore,
like insects scurrying beyond my notice.
Thoughts implanted from a malignant source,
to be exposed and expunged like the intruders they are.
Who are these invaders and their unseen agenda,
causing torment in my garden of mind?
While small and unobtrusive they wait with impatience,
to devour my spirit and consume my growth.
With unfocused eyes, blurring my sense of real,
I sift the granules of time like wheat.
Searching for the grains of lies left to battle for control,
to leave me numb and without a voice.
Now, extracted and examined under a scope;
illuminated, I trace them back to the where they formed.
Having left a trail like a slug on the ground,
their fallacy in being was that I had no choice.
But I stand on the shore of the sunset of the abyss,
and gaze across the bridge of the unknown.
To be immersed in the sense of completeness,
is to realize the origin of one's purpose.
To Know the beginning and the end,
to all at once be aware of time,
is to find satisfaction in the smallest of things,
and to finally be at peace within one's mind.p>
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