[NYCSPITZ]

The moments converge like dancing moths floating and circling flames
ecstatic close to the light, noble in flight; its purpose is strange...
eternity unravels blurs during a fervent exchange -
and in silence, assimilates while growing further estranged.
Tranquil bliss, cathartic quasi wisdom murderous rage
robotic limbs groping for distance from the firmament's stage
esoteric - though mundane was the word of the mage
you can stoke your soul grey in the furnaces' flames -
whorehouses or monasteries - know the word is the same
cuz firm footing morphs to sand once a purchase is made...
burning insane. The bastion's light flickers and passes to dark
please note - a single locus only fathoms the part
both serve to turn the wheel; enter Aladdin/Jafar
You're no better. You're just the same specimen trapped in a jar
under scrutiny - higher consciousness' marvel in awe
Ascending fractals. Changing purpose vessel and particle flaws
count your blessings! give gratitude, breathe the vacuous lore
...which turns to wisdom meditating by this statue of yore.
circles spinning - it's Rusty Cohle's galactic vat to explore
cull clutter, focus your inner mind on passion and growth
dangling, just out of reach hanging from magical ropes
"The two paths are one in the same" - thus tragedy spoke
...these panaceas make egos healthy and vanities slope
veils lift, manipulations show and maladies hope -
floating on past experiences after gravity broke.



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