I finally know what the dancing energy means:
Triangle of no sadness.
Triforce, prison of fewest lines.
Uberman of the phantom zone,
floating lackadaisically on underworld winds.
We are cosmically and personally insignificant,
only the overactive mind claims otherwise.
Take care to not worry,
detach like an old scab or a satiated tick.
Novelty rachets up if you don't try to force it.
To stay present is to gift the witness.
There is enough refuse for all to feed upon.
Do not fear the toxins, for you were defiled before birth.
Lucky number 7, you were always my prime radiant.
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