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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