The Toughest Nut

Once you crack the tough nut of the psyche- That buried, overripe tart fruit, Be prepared for much more to erupt Than a single nut casing could ever contain; For the psyche resembles a bubble universe Formed under extreme stress of impossible pressures Existing only for a limited duration Before being reabsorbed By the greater surrounding ocean. It can admit or deny any truth it's confronted with Can people itself with primordial monsters Or amazing miracles that don't touch the ground at all But nothing of it can live forever or live again It is a selection for the life inhabiting it In the time frame of that life's course. That environment nourishes only a single mind Which roves at whim between different levels: Sailing between the highest subtle strata of infinite substance And the abasement of utmost corruption and degradation It mirrors perfectly what we have made of our ourselves on the inside In the Russian-doll structure that matter is wont to adhere to.