So flighty are the feelings which my mind refines,
they depict a girl with no meaning, no rhyme
no static energy, no prudent wherewithal
no sense in the word, on which my mind can cull.
But feelings aren't meant to grasp and measure,
not meant to garner and list all my pleasure.
They mean to seethe and writhe and barrage
and keep the shadows of my head a mirage.
This one, who at last knows their shadowy night
can see clearly now into blank insight.
So what does it mean to dive deep down inside?
Search out the feelings you intentionally hide?
It means fusing into your own subconscious
where depictions become completely weightless.
Define your entirety on ten-thousand stages
Unravel the mystery strewn on your pages.
Without so much as a rational explanation
on the synthesized details of our biological station.
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