The Search
Restlessly he searched here and there
for his soul,
At last, in a dry land
at the bottom of a well
he found it,
quite unplanned.
What he saw, what he made of it
he did not know, nor could tell,
for in truth
it looked much like heaven
and a lot like hell.
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