Thursday, October 3, 2013


recondite out of spite

foolish and stupid and violent to boot

what great design needs the intractable brute

to spoil his chance to get it right?

some promise of grace that's withheld because

nothing fool does is perfect enough?

and where does that leave us mighty mandarins

whose strength was not enough to slip into vanity?

and who dares speak up for his beliefs

when every reckoning points to the end of an illusion?

the Reality we yearn and strive for

is so neutral it suffers you to act

and that is where each flaw flowers into mandrake of the soul...

we choke as we imagine we are being choked...

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