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I tasted fire
gravity-less, floated, alone, and comforted (by)
a golden teacher, and as I looked
at it, I realized it was just words.
Why for the need of others?
And what was at the center? Who is this other?
It all seems so meaningless.

the oversoul emerges
in the void, among the rain
the shadow cloaked in smoke
the surface, inscrutable, what wonder
who is this Unknown?

and out of the fog of reality
I emerge, dauntless.

the forest of the surreal appears, and parts
with relics, and treasures, for those brave
and through the glass I peer, and see the
bright fields of another year
and things become like crystal, clear.