Sharp spasm of sadness yearning need to weep dilute the pain with my tears A sudden view of an alternative life swept away Goodbye yet again Then understanding finding my purpose in the puzzle of life Pivotal, a fulcrum all that's needed is the lever bending my will I become the lever to my fulcrum I move my world A second sight flighty precognition expands to encompass another life another sou; another lever/fulcrum entity a mover of his world We meet in spacial no mans land Hemispheres blend and mingle closer, closer exploring the layers The core we don't touch see understand relish grok And know the meaning of individual On elipticcal orbits we travel and return to the place of connection the journey to new worlds new experiences new challenges alone Coldly I examine my pain clarity brings distillation an essence of the beauty of learning sharp cruel pure perfect I lose the urge to weep I would have no dilution
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