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Shrinking and growing

Shrinking and growing

Harmony is floating and anger is disowning

Reality is honing into what I believe is knowing...

What a wonder to know yourself

There's no book in the world to tell you such a thing

You could do all the research in the world and end up empty

I am an illusion

I am not real

I feel and I think but who I am isn't steel

A circle is in the midst as I search through the mist 

Tripping over everything but I will indefinitably persist 

And if I find a clue to what I look for, I will resist 

What a funny yet very uncomfortable sort of twist 

All of these ideas that hold me in the palm of gods hand 

As I backflip into a jungle that creates the most extraordinary of environments

I set up a tent and I sit for the night, the heat is hitting me in all directions

The sound of animals hoot throughout the moons presence 

And I look down instead of up this time for a new world is below 

With ants and creatures of unknowable types

In a globe that is shook now snow is falling upon my head

And a melting is churning in my chest as I stretch to awaken my numbed mind 

streams of light reach a place where the curves of rocks once had prevented such

The leaves made of moisture reflect colors from the waves and my blackened heart absorbs 

Clinging to such beauty leaves imagination endorsed