Tuesday, July 18, 2017


Despite our trio-guard of alchemistic selves,
And force fields shielding us against all danger met head-on,
We find that, after all, through eon after eon, we’ve sped on
Without the least protection from the spells

Our expertise had been supposed more than reliable to cast
Against confusion, ambiguity, ennui, despair.
We’d been wracked by every pain and care.
Should we part? Will autonomy enable us to have surpassed

Those limits which in stuck collusion we could not approach
Much less transcend? No! Don’t let this end.
No self-reproach. We’re our own best friend.
Let’s apprehend a Psyche-Therapeutical Eternal Life Coach.


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