I float in a sea of space,

Colourless, odourless bay;

Who are you and who am I

Nurtures neutral shades;

Truth is called naked

Where nomads live fearlessly.

I hear my beating heart murmur syllables,

Mind awakens to present;

Meditative stage detours,

Reality a sea of constant mirage.

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