30 May 2014

One Hundred and Forty-Eight


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It takes no effort to be what you already are, have ever been, and will ever be.

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Pretending to know something you can never know, now there’s the rub.

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The selection process individually and collectively creates the future.

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The call of the wild is but a faint echo in the domesticated mind.

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How much pain will you endure to maintain your little dream?

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Just another middleman lurking in one tollbooth or another.

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How naive to believe anything cannot happen to you, too.

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What creation can withstand its inevitable destruction.

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Nothing and something, both rumored impossible.

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Who is the who, who questions who is who?

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What is the universe but a never-ending craps roll.

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In the ocean of metaphors, awareness abides indivisible.

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And where are you when the world within and without dissolves?

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Straddling the fenceless fence makes for a painfully splintered wander.

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Imagination, in all its vanities, can be a cruel taskmaster in this grand hoax.