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A poem I wrote:
Life is an illness, acute and chronic. A visceral journey, ineffable, supersonic. Interpret patterns beyond Platonic. Ideals clashing, friction, tectonic.
Leave Earth to find the realm of pure thought, Find the object that you honestly sought. The hunter returns and shows what was caught, Proof that the seeker's love is never for naught.
The straw alone is weak, become yourself a bundle. Constant revolt, this cookie never has to crumble. Because even when the earthly body stumble, The Universe will continue, infinite, humble.