Because the absolute nature of my soul is to be
Then I am at the mercy of everything
Where is my veil, my rock, my shelter
That I might find refuge?
At what point does one object crash
into another objects territory?
When does being so open,
actually turn into closed?
When does being so crazy,
actually start making sense?
When does being in so much pain,
actually produce strength?
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