It's bubbling away today
I can't reduce its boiling
Yes my brain alive with molten rocks
The ones that after cooling have myths notched into them
The myths breathe whispers
Which in turn scream truths
someone knocks on the door
Someone with thick skin
Who can swim in the boiling waters
Survive in the heat of my mind
Not be run through by the blades of my perception
But be sculpted by them
To be taken into the undertow
Deeper and deeper
Where unknown things navigate
There do not drown
let the chaos drag you to peace
Like raging questions
That find calm shores of reason
Will you swim inside this mind
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