In the time of the turds!
I lived through enough suffering
(Back there in my youth--during
The ending Piscean Age)
To last several lifetimes
Over the coming ages--
I'm not lovin' it...
If the old light bulb lights
And a transcendence beyond what
Can ever be imagined lifts away that detrius
I would finally be back to all
That I actually am and would never
I swamp with awareness
Including the knowledge of our
Limited worldly estate--
The mocking of Materialists
I am used to--
Yet who but an idiot would try
To tell an idiot that he's an idiot?
Being in the earth one is broken down
By others and as my buggy rolls free and careening
Down an assumption disguised as a prompting
I renounce vanity at last convinced it's a sucker's game--
I turn inward but not away--the strength to maintain
Slipping away but for the float that bobs me on waves as
Awareness swamps me...
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