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going down down

through the unknown

to the bottom of the barrel

where the essential nature of being

is objectified

like an object

at the bottom of the barrel

where I can feel it protruding

through centuries

of hogwash

swishing around

in the bottom of the barrel

where the sun never shines

deep in the heart

of dead weight

a MASSIVE emptiness

permanently nailed

between my eyes

gazing blind

from the bottom of the barrel