In the field of third eyes I′ve been panopticonned
By simulacra and people alike
To slip through the cracks of a world incomplete
That contractual cogdis unites
A super-sargasso seafaring merchant
Pulls me out from under the waves
He calls me a fool so I call him a coward
And we part both with smiles on our lips
And cracks down our hulls
So if I am not stopped I will keep flowing through
Every temple and exile and bar
Advancing each day my enlightening quest
Of continuous failure to grasp
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