I am an anxious, uncertain being, wading into polluted waters, to find their deeper purity beneath what dreams may come. Then I wake. I am ever more seldom able to be that being, my pineal gland has an exoskeleton of flouride now, a pearl in an oyster shell, in polluted waters, searching for purity in waking disorientation...
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