as tho a ship run by a conspiracy
man ferrets thru the underbrush
runways of ignorance that keep him safe.

outside the bramble-bush of awareness,
forces beyond imagination reign true;
a walkway of immerserion trends down.

take a chaotic number and sit;
sooner could be later, now could be then.
the ride has begun, there are few stewards.

you may amble right on by purgatory, glancing;
today, next week, a day, a night, tomorrow?
no answer exists. there is no one answer.

a blessing exists, tho as we protect our ignorance
using ignorance, a dog chasing his tail, a snake
devouring itself...dieing to live again.

10/31/2010

Posted on 10/31/2010
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