Amidst the tears and the dirt and the holy clutter,
Lurks an Intelligence.
Beyond the speeches of just men and those who stand upon others,
Lies a Righteousness.
Against the blinding brilliance of love that bleeds the eyes dry,
Beams the warm darkness of Solitude.
Beneath the confusion of theories and postulations,
Awaits the Emptiness.
In the corner of my mind covered by the dust of a thousand worries,
Sits Myself, awaiting discovery...
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