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Contributed by
plous
on
Saturday, 3rd January 2004 @ 11:17:16 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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and the primitive could not be found,
because the primitive is now,
the child of today,
not yet learned to speak sound,
a human to be,
composed of current reality,
morphing in time,
all of which from sight to sound,
to the thoughts that abound,
the true nature imprisoned,
not to be found,
imperfect and temporary today,
a reflection world over fragmented,
of what we should know,
and through the child it shall grow,
ignorance via innocence,
but maybe i can escape,
with my decisions on how and when to participate,
i could flee these generals of grocery stores,
the ignorant of human,
self and other,
multiple words from associations,
from the mind,
like with time,
multiple terms,
does anything really change,
with dreams that make a rhyme,
can truth become accepted in the billions of conversations,
sematics of a pattern,
this world,
this nature over,
looked upon with math,
physics of a universe,
physics of a world,
physics of a gene,
physics of a living thing with thought,
interconnected and true,
just maybe i can escape this tiny dot,
to stars above and beyond,
i guess this is me dealing with the concept of being free,
just maybe now,
is she pretty,
how do i tell with the eyes of a spacemonkey,
the subconcious fist,
the universal smile,
all related to something human of course,
with some shape to some form,
the drives plus emotions,
a cognitive equation,
a lie that is concious thought,
freewill is unconditonal,
the primitive child,
my decisions to participate,
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