the dust settles and the heart is still
and the Void so seemingly frightening and bleak
cradles the weary rest of the distraught soul...
what was the panic...what was the worry?
that the colossal ego should surrender
to what it actually is?
the perpetual source disrupting itself
with its ignorant self-regarding worry?
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