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Squint your eyes to see clearly
Blur reality to make it real
Let focus go from your deceiving eyes to know what's been concealed
We've all been blinded, subjects to visual misinformation
A systematic denial of the crystalline
To see the fine grain, to read the hidden words
The context of parallel truth
Devoid of fragmentation
Our light-induced image of truth
Filtered blank of its substance
As our eyes won't adhere to intuitive lines
Everything examined, separated, one thing at a time
The harder we stare
The more complete the disintegration
Dissolution, eyes re-opened
Reasoning focalized, receptors activated
Perspectives distorted
The ladder beyond our grasp
The twin-headed serpent forever hidden
Where's the true knowledge
Where engines of the sane and insanity merge
The clarity, the unity
Reality untouchable, transparent
Invisible to our fixed, restricted fields of vision
Existence taken for granted
Absolute
Possessed, owned, controlled
By the common sense-infected rational gaze
Onward forever we walk among the ignorant
Never stray from the common lines
―Fredrik Thordendal and Tomas Haake, Nothing
Lay down, fall away
Lie awake
Just cannot move my arms and legs
I'm paralyzed
Don't recall how to free myself from this
In the heart of the dark, my face contorted
Don't know how to reach the light
But I feel so bad like a freak in a cage
Open the door, enter your heart
You go
So far
Golden unworldly silence
Spaceflight at speed of light
I cross the clouds and colors
The black hole is calling me
I slide on the horizon
On the frontier not to cross
Black dwarf, time's gone distorted
In the heart of the dark, a whirl of light
Enter in the realm of nothingness
I feel the cold, my eyes are shut, my fear is slowly dying
Light-years from here are my thoughts and cages
I can hear their moan, but now a long deep breath is calling
Overtaking time and now understanding space
I feel united, I do cross light, feel the living
Here in the center stands the light of love
That never can be touched
From greater silence shall return
―Joseph and Mario Duplantier, From Mars to Sirius
You think you can
stick your hand out
in front of the ocean
as if it wouldn't just stop
as if we were only water and movement and noise―
I am salt-air furious
with a desire to exist and
I will eat the flesh from
your fingers slowly, just
before the swell of
us swallows you
whole
―Jennifer Espinoza
This article was written using two prompts from 
S D Locke's "Make an SCP" Twitter thread:
- One line from the containment procedure, provided by TheGreatHippo: "The remains of each SCP-XXXX instance are to be divided among six steel drums (welded shut), immersed in concrete, and placed in indefinite storage. Personnel are to be reminded that SCP-XXXX are not alive, and never were."
- One line from the description, provided by HamperedGibson: "SCP-XXXX is a defective Foundation training algorithm that manifests in personnel’s dreams."
Special thanks to the three of them, the incredible, inspiring poet Jennifer Espinoza, and, of course, our dark mother, the sea.
Per 
