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Someone is peering from across the room
Into my memories
Of a place and time neither of us have seen.
A pyramid or castle of cascading granite
Against a purple-iridescent sky.
Perhaps a long lost remnant
Of a forgotten home.
We're reading scrawlings on the wall,
Bathing in dry birdbaths of the unreal.
No one notices us pitch the blades.
No one notices us slice the veins.

Rivers evaporate into the atmosphere.
The sand that marks the flow of time ceases to be.
Where once we had shared blood
Now only stale carcasses remain.
Fragile makeshift altars crumble into ruin.
We're alone in temples of mind
To which no one holds the key.

You'll never come this close to the truth you seek.
Your only way back is through misery
And through it you will find
Nirvana.

With open eyes the inner world disintegrates
And the hidden self is lost.
We will never retrieve those fragments of self
Lost, floating in the ether.
We will never speak of this again
We will never come this close to oneness with each other.
This mental intercourse is over.
Through misery
Through enlightenment.

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