Logical Mess
Citations and revelations.
Each laying claims to names.
What would it be,
if they were what they're not?
Rather than what they seem to be.
One and the same,
Different as night and day.
Always the first to come last.
Always there when needless.
Always gone when critical.
Logically muddled,
Tunneling through
The sea of our subconcious.
Copyright © Leander Darwin | Year Posted 2009
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