Consciousness turned inward through pineal gland trapdoor,
Opens the universe I know well and love to explore,
I've sidled my way through with meditative beats,
Now let's search for circadian rhythmic treats,Answers perhaps to my sorrow on the other side,
Maybe a set of rules for which my conscience can abide,
Patterns recognized as a golden ratio,
Fly about my soul, nature never fails to bestow,The glory of it all too immense for explanation,
Disappears in a second if you lapse in concentration,
Time dilation resets to the matrix constant,
You glance in the mirror and see a face so despondent.Farls Tokley
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