crawl into the cave
the hollow of the mind
when the worries mass
have been swept away
a barren chamber echoes
the silence of eternity
nothing pools within
it ripples with each breath
the miniature tides carry
on the ins and exes of hale
with as much carried out
there is just as little carried in
this soulful excavation
with its absent pitiful hole
was never the moment's goal
for the body is just a glazen bowl
it needs to be emptied when it's full
and needs to unbind the fluid soul
embrace the moon to throw it away
the ebb and flow will mediate
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