I have floated along with the frivolous fae,
Without the burden of worry or pain;
I dragged myself across the salt of Yakator,
O'er calcic dunes from here to yore;
Crossed I have the sludges under our brains,
Grey-purple mud laden with arteries and veins;
I have waltzed through our veil of perception,
Embracing cold nearness of the eleventh dimension;
I look back at my journeys in hope of something won,
And turn to you to ask, "What have you done?"
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