An Individual Is a Radical Jewel

Forget the isms Duality stitched on a fork To fill the banks and prisons Comfort and security Lull a complacent mind Into stated banners And ill-begotten manners Bring out Real humanity Though in the mud he may be All of us sifting through Hidden corners of our Being To reach the spell of Creation Call it DNA or coded Sleep Call it Infinite possibility Currently enmeshed in certain probabilities To know thyself And then speak of the World A precious jewel That cannot be seen