Descend into the well to hide from the bent world to reflect on this life only at the bottom there's no one to hide from except the dark mirror windows into the soul the eyes display the mind the state of perception nothing is visible down in the well except thoughts that cut like a knife working through memories through a childhood of grief moments seen in hindsight art encounters the pain captured in a test tube the science of terror recall fleeting moments of joy surrounded by despair recollection drowns out all sounds within the well hearing voices past present and future
Slippery the steps covered with moss inside the dried out well absent from light pretend the reason why vertigo spirals out of control is vision invisible darkness creates a sense of depth only the blind can feel relaxing in a pool floating supine the stars appear like a creature a constellation of ancient wisdom passed down to help with decisions lamenting moments lost deep inside a dark well as tape spins reel to reel
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