Like a lead wieght
On a fisherman's line
Going down, down
Ever deeper
Into the essensce of my being
Where I searched
The corners of my soul
For a grain of truth
Awakening cobwebs
Of conciousness are
Wiped clean
So the bride of life
Can be seen in her
Satin passion
Crimson passions
Flair in my genetiles
Words of the almighty mantra
Await the chance to
Sooth the wound
Soon, very soon
It will be noon
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