the mundane world is such a comfort
and guards us from the full heat of the forge
after all the sky can't always be blazing away
with the visionary eye burning out on the splendor
the wild and self-loathing may go blind
on theatrics and hallucinations
but who mans the molten flux of process
sees them and in pity sends in those would assist
bedding down bandaged
in the mundane world that is the only place
where to heal or to wait...
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