And I hear the closed mouths
Bickering and frothing
I feel the stilled mind
Receding within
The question are mounting
And I am becoming
Less and less concerned
And I will come to the point
To know enough
To not know a thing
The tiny wipers
Go back, and forth
Cleansing my mind's eye
All is...
Well?
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