Bound to earth

Inevitably, we are bound and come the end, to the ground.
Held fast by the chains bolted by breathe, straight into the earth.
We’ll forever go on our toes and attempt to grasp the stars – supernova dreams.
Conrad says that every image floats vaguely in a sea of doubt.
We are restless in our freedom.
In this universe of existence, our tight reign on the breadth of rationality leads us astray from divine clarity, and into the servitude of uncertain calamity.

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