I wish I were a writer
Who could keep notes
Organize
And present argument longer than a line
But lo!
I am a sponge
Who absorbs the moisture of information
Then rings himself out into the bucket
Of the common mind
But where do I wipe
The fringes from where come discovery?
I’m just so narcissistic in brand
That is what I think
Clearly I use “I” to much to accurately inform
Limiting my speech;
it is selfish understanding.
The sectioning off
The factionalization of reality
Allows us all to be judged;
according to another’s mess
And create battles over righteousness
Each faction believing itself the owners of a “true” future
Yes I’m a believer
By way of inductive understanding
And ancient stories
Nature Nurture too
How easily I am swayed
Because I also believe in you
Another naive believer.
If alone
A believer when you believe
How many hunger?
Who through my action I can feed
What for their future
What choice can we seed?
I’ve hardened my heart towards an ancient harvest thrown to a fire
Seeing fruit in all
A bountiful desire.
Who wants the hardest
I quit thinking “I want” long ago
But those who do know… control
I fear, for with logic, I know what I could do
How does one convince the “haves”
It isn’t profitable; don’t do
If but for 1
It would all be a game
gods they made of themselves
to stay entertained .
It is true I’m a believer
But not over you
For after 1
All else are 2
Me number 3
Never was one for counting
Math don’t suite me
Still thinking of the equation
Which solution can not be
That we idolized ourself
Corrupting function… mathematically .
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