Becomes separation from the brain
You come into the hinterland
Where the beasts of the imagination
Growl but let you pass
Your guide hurries to meet you
Our time is short in this timeless place
Look carefully he whispers
Pointing back to the distant earth
See what thinking’s made
Out of a twisted braid
How the weight of matter
Is all that holds you down
And the struggle to love
To which you must return
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