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As I Arise
As I arise and fresh aspire to seek that which, in men, inspire, with each new light, of each new day, I still by will and night's display, again, have lost my way. I claim that all is lost within infinity's infinity; a vacant space of cold uncertainty. For were I not this man I see, reflected, in the dimness of the glass and had the features of a creature I might choose; a bear, a snail, a peacock's tail, or mighty tiger's jungle muse, then surely I would take the form of one - and from the human run - away from daily reasoned doubt which shares man's vain and selfish shelf, and so become engaged within my preternatural self. The morning light still reaches not the black and vast eternal void: where man is cast at last, in vain, to claim by reason's bane, a purpose stated, never named, dissected from such flimsy source as Freud or Joyce or God, of course! If I as creature be too dumb and distant from great wisdom's thumb, then creature yes, I choose to be, rejecting realms where reason dwells; as reason fails, not partially, while posing most suspiciously, but totally becomes consumed as fuel that feeds the furtive needs of man's malignant vanity. It serves confusion's mischief muse, imbued as food and fodder for the fuse that shines no truth upon the night, nor does it bring a guiding light to man - brother to the creatures given treasured gifts of insight rare. Deflecting guile's deceit reveals the mind of man's profound conceit, in things that sing of new philosophy; and brings devolving degradation to the clueless mind of man. Conversion of dogmatic divinations made by few, to regulated absolutes, without review, reveals what tyranny conceals: seduction of a population utilizing truth manipulation. The truth is new each time it's found and what we bind as truth today we find no future truth is bound.
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