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A chillum burning like a brandUpon the world mountain he sits grandAs he exhales the smoke from his lipsThe mountain is enveloped in mistsThose who seek to reach the summitInhale the smoky mists and plummetThe intoxication is a heady buzzYet the great thaumaturge tokes deep

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The primeval waters lay undivided Bubbles of time float through the ocean as breathThe waters think the mind and I know nothing is mineI grow heavy and thick when I see two I create a stone that drags me to the depths I bear this heavy weight I must discard if I hope to stay awakeHe says to you give me your weight Another holds the same secrets within the heart, we are born from the same mother of the mindI see brothers who do not recognise they fight for themselves and the weight grows with time Drowning they still persist the madness is upon them they shout insults at those who say desistThe stone that causes mental death they love and cherish and hold to their breast

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What is not becomes what is as I lookThe dawn of the soul I see what is from the notDoes the sun rise in what is notTo know the known is a crime What is not becomes the known The sun does not rise a bleak dawnI am dewdrop upon the leafThe sun is a source of griefMy life vaporised by the heatI am but a drop clinging to blooms of desireWhat is not is out of my sphereThe fragrant blooms I caress Praying for the sun to digressIntoxicated with fragrant beautyI fail to notice the day is upon meSee the day of what is notLeave the fragrance by becoming hotMeet the sun with arms awideEvaporate become lost in the great wide

Give up your fragrance to the EtherThink not of whether

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Murky cave the primordial deepI sleep but comes not peaceSun blazes through gaping mouth wideHurts my eyes in the darkness where insects writheWhen darkness returns I am soothedI cannot go into the newThe weight of a thousand yearsI hold with shaky prideRemould and rediscover the pastWithin my cave are worlds avastYet the darkness is palpable It hangs fetid in the airI become more franticWhere is there I haven’t beenWhere?A pall of dark suffocates It reaches the heartI must find more to do Before I breathe my lastTendrils of black suffuse my nervesI shake and try to forget the realA hundred discoveriesA thousand worldsA million EarthsInfinite desiresIn such a small caveWho do you think you are? Said the morning sun from afar I illumine the world heart and soulCome out the dark and leave the old

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Arms enfeebled my legs tremble Hands grasp like withered sticksWithout you my body is an inanimate brick

Leaden limbs my chest gratesMy breath is compressed like shallow depthsWithout you my heart quivers arrows embed themselves from the dark

Mind is concepts a thick fog wroughtFilth of negative emotions pulls thoughtWithout you no pain or gain you are the earth from which grows the brain

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Decadent, creates illusions of easeDebauchery, fulfils not Empty vessel cannot be filled the waters leak out

Indulgence, I try to get what I needFalse, when he in the end, believes Grace cannot be received when the end is personal greed

Depraved, look at my work of doing!Immoral, when he forgets time is not limited by deedsHe cannot act without animating power heart collects filth worldly desire

Squandering, the flash of light from beyondReckless, frolics in the rivers of the sensesRivers lead away from the heart they disappear into the dark

Damaged, philosophy of greedFraudulent, it is that, whatever we needMind holds vistas of beauty why entangle yourself in perjury

Man holds a pact with being: Destroy the illusions that bind him to greed

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The great consumer consumes even the mouldWhich we call the casing of the soulPraise the all consumer reduces riches to dustPraise the all consumer burning of lustPraise the all consumer turns men to mushPraise the all consumer desires become hushPraise him who heals sorrowPraise him who deals pain on the morrowPraise him who withers limbsPraise him who is the eater of whimsMaterial goods are eaten by men But who eats him who eats them

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The depths claim the soulWhen the account is calledThe black and oily streamSloughs thick and viscousPrimordial elements seetheI am reduced to constituents

But lo! What emerges From these tarry pits