Unmapped

The mind desires everything else,
Everything that it could be,
Unaware of the deeps sounding its own vastness.

We explore the emptiness of space
Because our desire can,
Revising ourselves,
fill it;

We abhor the deeps of the ocean
Knowing it unconquered,
though unmapped,
occupied;

It is an unimaginably imagined monstrosity,
An unknown known to abhor us
In return.

That sea is mind.  A darkness.
That space is god.  A brightness.
Neither illumined, though
One illusion.

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