Wreckage of a fickle mind
Dreams of day and night
Drunk between two poisons
Lost in the left and right
Placid lake of a subtle heart
Still as a held breath
Watching, always whispering
Ready ears shall know its depth
Born to bear both arts and scars
To wield and suffer reality
Like chambers of a human heart
Separated faces of integrity
Trust this profound simple truth
Try to understand the gravity
The pull of love and grace are but
Just death, with a little sincerity
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