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  • shadows of pines
    dancing on the thin nylon walls
    intersecting, breathing, shuffling, laughing
    a mystical light show
    golden, warm, pure

    everything is here, everything is near
    this is all, this is everything
    the plain, honest papyrus books
    the colorful artifacts with infinitely more meaning than their shape would have you believe
    the music, the senses all fulfilled, more purely than ever before
    the beautiful chemical symphonies
    the breeze lilting in
    the breeze wasn't welcome in the House;
    but the breeze lives here
    it is not invited into our living quarters,
    it already lives here, it has always lived here,
    and it will live here long after we die
    and the pine trees once again
    majestically recover the sacred ground we borrowed

    The Stand 0.1, he says
    0.1 is infinitely further than zero
    and the energy is flowing,
    It is Here, Here is Everywhere, and Everywhere is Perfect
    The House is my coffin, this is my cradle
    The House is my coffin, this is my bed
    This is where I should have been all along
    before they took us away and put us in the machines
    The House is my coffin, this is my cradle
    The House is my coffin, this is my bed

    thin liquid strands of deep blue lights
    pinpricks of pure cobalt brightness
    ours stars for our sky
    silently meditating, dripping from wall to wall
    quiet, soft, blue, blue, blue
    for when "goodnight" really means
    a good night
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