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part 28

at least we know what to avoid in a civilization
hypnotism for one
and angst which merely resembles authenticity
by attempting to dissect the inconsequential
which boils down to the matter of
detecting the inconsequential in the first place
what is your species
popped up on my scope right away
in a rich blend of predictability
stamped out by the big variable die press
in the sky
the gift that keeps on hurting
will yourself beyond judgment then
in an almighty exertion of egress
if there was nothing
something would be inevitable
there would be nothing to stop it
life is strange it dances and kills
there is the law of averages
there is the law of necessity
each is insane tho the latter
is a better toss in the hay
unfortunately we must be taught
to defy
zooming in further
for societies it is not instinctual
paint that on your canvas and call it a day
just don't be an idiot by choice
be a champion of free conception
right
it's hard not believing in stupid 
and suffering embarrassment for it
until it becomes a haunting
selfishly radiant and theatrical
to discover or not to discover
it's a circus of nostalgia out there kids
a diet of nectarines won't save you
as our vacation liner slips beneath the waves
and the lilting ukelele strums a long farewell
bags packed with knick knacks
no one can know its contents
until we find a loophole in the law
and tempt the Great Arcane
to haul us off to the gallows
before our number is actually up
he progressed clumsily
wanting for advice
but knowing that such would be
forthcoming on the day that Hell
took in laundry
clever monkey went the voices
inside his revolving eyeballs
wondering what the opposite of
deification could amount to
a clodhopper riposte if ever there was
but the clodhopper philosopher knew his soil
in all the ambiguous contexts
and quietly planned his retaliation
but it was unplanable
as he sank deeper into the dirt
retaliation is power but is it true power
and would to test its truth
tear the fabric of the Universe
like hyenas in the heat of hunger
for some reason
meaning became a game played with skewers
the drums began their ritual booming
quite serious at all times
implying that the true play land of
of ingenuity might not be
somewhat more democratized
to the point where we may
finally begin to exist as actual selves
you see what I mean


(to be continued)


From "Theater of Utter Charm"
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