Hear me children of the page, when forces of examination, eclipse your sunrise due to compression of burden...
Hear me all thoughts of rage, volatile emotions spliced digital, ravage a peaceful platforms very soul...
The miracle of every newborn
Is in the purity of awareness
The clarity of blank canvas
Before social conditioning snares us
So clear your neural slate
Yearn to your natural state
Claim your rest
Dwell the emptiness
Abyss union within the pale shadow
of your stillness.