25 december 2011
Proof
Here the supposed I am again,
Lines in between ledges, falling symbols arrangin’ into comprehension,
Logical plain of thought meetin’ cathartic end in ink drop.
Wisdom, a lyrical sting t’ the mind as it bounces away,
Always wantin’ more,
More…
The mind fest of knowledge
Fat-heavy flesh,
Seriated canine teeth,
Take drunken, percussive stabs,
'Tis never satisfied.
Oh what grace does introspection grant?
All actions can be diffused by their inherent silliness.
I exist… I suppose,
Therefore I’ll pound these damn keys till they work up,
A satiable monologue.
Birth an’ death carry documents of proof,
Why not life?
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