he ran and he ran the young man seeking truth
far from the chaste tales he'd chased in his youth
dogs did follow in dogged pursuit
but he left them to pant and ran on, forsooth!
and they sat soothing their dogs

a moment in stillness of silent learning
set hunger non-consumably burning
he laid his past on a funeral pyre
set alight with non-transforming fire
his hand turned white and he vomited

on ran the young man until his world was a blur
in such a state of awareness new ideas occurred
truth became evident such as never before
he saw clearly through being to its very core
he saw nothing

dual mind awoke and a world became
'it's GOOD' the world of itself proclaimed
still not knowing how to scowl in blame
or cover itself with fig leaves for shame
as they didn't exist yet

matter condensed to redisperse
or be pulled ever inwards by its own thirst
regarding all things equally at first
dual mind saw nothing was blessed or cursed
he knew nothing

closely behind followed monocular mind
called dajjal the one-eyed king of the blind
who crawled up the eve of the dawn of lies
and crawled up to eve and split open her eye
to teach her a thing or two

the gains were great but greater was the cost
in maculate perception our paradise was lost
our bliss like so much rubbish we tossed
the Earth with our sweat and tears to wash
salting our own garden

in caverns peering at false paradises
in minds aware only of slices
chink-eyed patrons of a windowless tavern
we chase the one-eyed serpent to heaven
racing to be first to catch it

on ran the young man and behind him the tide
that smashed every cross and offed every swine
he spilt his seeds deep in the earth's insides
and raised a new dark sun of sciensicide
while bliss remained just around the next corner

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