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The fancy mansion of my beliefs is ablaze in a flickering pyre of glowing light what should I try and save? — only the fire.      For uncounted years      I have been dragging      this thing around      only to find my hands      have always been empty. The hardest prison from which to escape is the one you never know you're in until that jailer, the mind chasing after some desire leaves the key behind.      I am like an old gray cat      sprawled languidly across      the couch of awareness      no longer interested in      chasing after thought-mice. −Unknown