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I put on papers, what my mind can’t filter I hide censored thoughts beyond minds of grave thinkers My mind is a prodigal, spending all to foreign nations My mind is an adventurous alien, undoing encryptions My eyes may see reality, but my mind burrows the truth They fight hard; putting other members to a disjointed root I walk through thick dark forest of thoughts Journeying far to those dark valleys desolate Where many paths are circuit-trees of queries To dissect mud questions, to resurrect primeval beliefs Sometimes lost, most times bored I think that which stinks, A limb of that ladder, I climb The eyes believe all persistent visions The heart calibrates analogous thoughts But the mind that diligently explores Seeks gems, that which anchors many twists and turns Yet, into myriad-planets, it soars It ponders on many wonders Alternating its azimuthal, with sequencer analyzing Protruding, probing, collecting, collating… Every que