Keep it full of things
Until full, over it springs
Expelling its inner turbulence
Making known its true diffidence

Minds are full of things quite fair
go deeper in the ruining lair
to catch eyes with naked thoughts, bare

beside our outward ploy
the inner sanctum is dirtied
a corrupted housing, wallowing
in the secrets of ornate human desire
building a bulk which shall soon outweigh
its carrier and force to give in

for to resist, what is within
that is to be not human
but an empty hollow

 
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