The mind is its own place
One moment a dark grave
The next a point of grace
An entire multi verse
Lives in the mind immersed
The deep of the mind is conscious
Its path is hid in rock formation
It's steep and rife with deception
The mind is a conscious throne
A kingdom with its own throes
It exists solely on reason
And interprets for its motive
The mind is its own grave
And its own saving Grace
Akpan
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