When the
mind is enslaved
By a new
kind of master
One that
does not separate from its mule
Then Thought
falters
Deceitful,
it shows
Images and
ideas that are not its own
But, in the
dark, this is peace
Held onto
for dear life
It is when
the light shines through
And
illuminates this existence
Reveals this
horror
That Trust
falters
Stumbles and
stammers
Until it is
lost
Just like
the mind
In a maze of
uncertainty and chaos
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