mysteries
raze
this
is
a
question
i
still
sit
with
sometimes
.
is
it
better
not
to
know
?
to
weave
wondering
into
a
sad
sort
of
poetry
?
or
does
the
closure
that
comes
with
solving
a
long
-running
riddle
outweigh
the
beauty
of
not
knowing
?
there
are
albums
and
films
and
whole
human
beings
that
lived
inside
my
head
rent
-free
for
years
before
i
was
allowed
to
experience
the
reality
of
who
and
what
they
were
.
sometimes
what
my
imagination
invented
was
better
than
anything
time
and
dogged persistence ultimately chose
to
reveal
.
when
i
was
younger
and
less
concerned
with
the
state
of
my
own
soul
,
i
was
sure
my
one
wish
after
dying
would
be
to
eavesdrop
on
the
last
day
of
an
artist
i
loved
so
i
could
understand
why
he
chose
to
eliminate
his
own
map
.
now
the
mysteries
that
stride
through
my
mind
live
closer
to
home
.
it's
good
to
stay
sharp
.
it's
only
right
to
have
something
to
ruminate
on
.
but
maybe
the
face
behind
the
mask
doesn't
matter
so
much
.
sometimes
the
shadows
conceal
nothing
but
deeper
darkness
.
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