here is
conundrum
what dream
are we in
what version
every which way
diversion
some worm
crawling
tunneling through
our lives
one variant
then
consent and nonsense
perhaps
another incident
this dream
what isn't
it seems
one
conversion
admittedly then
revision
another intention
above us
outer space
below that atmosphere
mother earth
the human race
which face
will you
maybe today
naturally wear
perhaps tomorrow
might not
be there
no matter
how high
we fly
to soar
and try
how deep
we tunnel
and burrow
so much sorrow
one version
immersed
in violence
egged on
clerical derision
arms and legs
flailing
thought and mind
in every direction
ultimately failing
to clamber
out
of this present
shell
disentanglement
another conversion
of heaven
instead of hell
insertion
a power well
deep
in mother earth
mysticism
for what
it's worth
this other
direction
where compassion
sometimes dwells
this other
passion
invention
in another
replicating
penultimate convention

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