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Ode to the unconscious
Sep 4, 2021
That bubbling cauldron of all things past
That press upon all things present
Things I don’t know that I don’t know
Things that know me better than I know myself
The me hidden from me
The unknown known
That drives my every thought
My every emotion
My every defense
The unreachable saboteur
Who strikes a pose
In every picture of my life
And chains me to my past
The unforgettable memory
That I can’t quite remember
That I can’t see
I can’t grasp
Yet winds around
My soul
The me I don’t know
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