You Haven

The toilet seat holds all of your secrets, keeping them silently.
A friend to no one, yet useful for all: your haven.
Sitting upon your throne of bliss, you ponder the mysteries of the universe as ideas awaken: you come alive.
The room spins,
your mind is alive;
one with the seat.

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