In the hidden parts of you
Runs an infallible, insatiable torrent
Carving out your inner workings
Where you go to find peace
Among the deafening roar
Unable to see – blinded by the mist
You can foot your way along the rocks
Sharp and cutting to the heel
You wince but continue on
Every edge and facet is brand new
Continue on in discomfort
Along the torrent with the jagged shapes
Pure discovery to be found
Amid the sound, amid the stones
That simply don’t know how to smooth
You will have gone where few ever will
In each other or themselves
Yet you will be all the richer
Not without bruise and scar
But with all you need for the art of the unknown
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Art of the Unknown

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