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Across the dark and misty divide
that seperate the nature from the feeling
and allows the soul to be scheming
the incarnation and the birth
and the timeless entwining of the earth
that replicates in the lovers embrace
the procreation of the human race
the genetic puppets that were explored in space
and the golden divine glands implanted into the apes face
the memories almost erased
and glimpsed at when we least expect
the dark is not dark when the force is erect
and the divide is no divide and it surcumes in retrospect
the grinding of the life spark
and then the dark becomes the dark

The best line is "and then the dark becomes the dark". But I still have trouble seeing the poem's meaing.