Chill and damp
An empty space.
Forced to camp
In this poor place.
Sluggishly pitch and heavily stake
Thinking safety’s in stability.
By this, a prison make
Mistaking trap for tranquility.
Guard it fiercely from fire, flood.
Cling to the known.
Sink in the mud.
Understand, underneath, what’s here.
Misplace the knowledge; find only fear.
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