through the hell

and out the small end of the horn...


am I the same name I entered with?

when I hear a call

who will answer?


what the hell did we do

to be born into this chaos

to find no way back to from where we came?


or is that the invisible path we follow

to get to where...what?...where we're supposed to be?


or where we'd like to be?


as long as we are enmeshed in creation

we'll never know where the hell we are...or where we need to go...



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