clawing at the mist
your form changing, always
I yearn for enlightenment
aching to see
anything
everything
but does it matter?
would knowing alter
your perfection?
the mist remains, I retreat
understanding
that ignorance is bliss
clawing at the mist
your form changing, always
I yearn for enlightenment
aching to see
anything
everything
but does it matter?
would knowing alter
your perfection?
the mist remains, I retreat
understanding
that ignorance is bliss
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