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Broken Vessel.

He could hear
the blood rush
to his head,
like an enduring
blast of wind
in his ears,

then fell
into the avatar,
the ego, specific
to this particular state
of consciousness.

Building up his walls,
fashioning it within
just so through imprinting
and conditioning,
ensuring this molecule
is the key.

Vessel of the mind.
Decorating the room
as he sees fit. From
here, he can reach
memories locked
away, from
stars away.

Can he catch
it, hold it, study
and feel
it enough to integrate
it? Bring

it back
to the room, secured
and comfortable, take
a breath before

it all bleeds
through these walls
prematurely.

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