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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