Growth 8

A Poem Called Secrets.
And I went. I alone discover'd in secret - truth.
The truth spiraled waywardly, adeptly weightless,
The id the universe owns hovers up, around this.
You: you meltdown and do nothing.
Aimlessly fight (nothing) to discover lifeless
life, a destroyed existence.
Secrets.
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