Where do we end?
How can we watch our madness?
Arising
Spurned on
By something
Something that touches
The core
Of all that we are
And all that we are not
How can we stand
The Pain
The Joy
Can we
Dare touch
Source
Like a white hot
Demon
Tearing at us
There is no
Place
Safe
No solid ground
But
Wait
What comes up?
There is something
Solid
Within
A resting place
Delve deeply
Within
Rest in the solidity
Then blossom
Into All That
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