You are not tasked by life

To pierce some mysterious membrane

To move from this here to that there

To enlarge from this small to that big

To expand from this point to fill that

The expansion has already taken place

Bearing the weight of everything

That seems to happen to you

Holding your life in suspension

As if encased in golden resin

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