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so many unknown variables to consider for such a tasking pursuit

a conditional ‘If’ but what if ‘whether’ reigns in a supreme challenge

conjectures battle refutations and synapses blocked in surrender

as long as suppositions succeeded in their hypothetical contemplation

the world may as well be flat and circle unhappily one of its moons 


the ‘I’ would be futile a self negating deprecation on auto-destruct

and endless loop of no Self on a path to nowhere and nothingness

not of Buddha like Nirvana but hell on earth as we know it  too well

a spinning confusion of gravity with levitation spared its flight of fancy

when meditation and pondering could not lift the soul above the mind


‘ruling’ that wishes to overcome suppression domination and power

appears a futile concept when freedom should be the ultimate aim

of course anarchy holds its merits but people cling to being governed

by false leaders fake news and an insatiable need for crude abdication

in an attempt to cast responsibility and shred all courage and hope


‘the’ poses the question of this or that where and when whether at all

a simple adverbial adjective refusing to rest on quiet incomplete duty

bereft of solitary meaning and such an imposter of clarity and precision

no stand alone metaphor of context and contingency lost in the process

but the planet needs answers and I do not give up easily if besieged


is there a ‘world’ out there a compass and globe in my restless attempts

to understand question emphasize deconstruct and give a sweet home

to live up to its promises and dreams as opposed to terminal decline

word has it that there are only illusions betrayal and survival of the fittest

engulfed in delusions conflagrations raging inferno straight from its core


‘I’ if it was able to resist compartmentalization of Ego Super Ego and Id

might not want the elusive generational torch snuffing out a last breath

maybe I am overthinking under emoting and have surrendered in vain

to lost beauty and a vacuum of distant echoes of an unforeseeable future

therefore I conclude that if I was the ruler I would ask my kids for advice



14th August 2020
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