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traumatised within the lucid dream
why do we then wake up so relieved
did we not in the play enacted bleed
subtly shifted are emotes we stream
miniaturised within this mind-body form
not quite bliss replete, we feel incomplete
heart yet feels joy in victory, pain in defeat
bilocating as voidness within each storm
hypnotists count down from ten to one
that we awake bringing back in cognition
each nuance of bestowed polarity ignition
transformed by the light of the central sun
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The Self has no attribute
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