It’s a topsy turvy world, but don’t be fooled or confused
Everything will be unfurled and again suitably fused.
There will be prayer bells spun across the Himalayas
They shall pitch, fecund at some higher alertness.
… You’ll sense all living things have a tone of fulfilment
You’ll walk in a labyrinth there find endless devilment.
That everything that’s known still goes unrecognised
Like reflections clone, more in ways crystallised.
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