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I feel elated- isolated
Wandering calmly through mysterious
Caverns dark, identity anonymous
Fumbling about entirely blindly
But still content with slow wandering
In perfectly still and dead tunnels.

An echo of footsteps tunnels
Its way into the isolated
Depths of my ear, the sound wandering
About the caverns, source mysterious
And the waves rush about wildly and blindly
Leaving my silent self anonymous.

But soft!  This sound is not anonymous-
There is another source within these tunnels!
Another, perhaps, fumbling blindly
In search of his own personal isolated
Peace?  Damn you, mysterious
Trespasser- bother me not with your wandering

Interrupting the other wandering
Of my very soul!  Keep yourself anonymous
To my ears, your existence mysterious.
These are my tunnels!
I cannot be isolated
With you blindly

Fumbling down passages, blindly
Tripping and tumbling, blindly wandering
And defiling these sacred isolated
Halls!  My idol is anonymous;
I am but his image.  These tunnels
Are not yours nor mine- the mysterious

Owner has never shown his mysterious
Face!  I must blindly
Worship him, tending tunnels
With an iron grip, hunting wandering
Fools that believe their anonymous
State makes them, too, isolated.

Either withdraw your unholy feet from these tunnels, wandering
Man, or too join the mysterious cult of the isolated.
Get out, or blindly follow the hunting anonymous.

Description
I feel elated- isolated
Wandering calmly through mysterious
Caverns dark, identity anonymous
Fumbling about entirely blindly
But still content with slow wandering
In perfectly still and dead tunnels.

An echo of footsteps tunnels
Its way into the isolated
Depths of my ear, the sound wandering
About the caverns, source mysterious
And the waves rush about wildly and blindly
Leaving my silent self anonymous.

But soft!  This sound is not anonymous-
There is another source within these tunnels!
Another, perhaps, fumbling blindly
In search of his own personal isolated
Peace?  Damn you, mysterious
Trespasser- bother me not with your wandering

Interrupting the other wandering
Of my very soul!  Keep yourself anonymous
To my ears, your existence mysterious.
These are my tunnels!
I cannot be isolated
With you blindly

Fumbling down passages, blindly
Tripping and tumbling, blindly wandering
And defiling these sacred isolated
Halls!  My idol is anonymous;
I am but his image.  These tunnels
Are not yours nor mine- the mysterious

Owner has never shown his mysterious
Face!  I must blindly
Worship him, tending tunnels
With an iron grip, hunting wandering
Fools that believe their anonymous
State makes them, too, isolated.

Either withdraw your unholy feet from these tunnels, wandering
Man, or too join the mysterious cult of the isolated.
Get out, or blindly follow the hunting anonymous.