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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: June 30, 2024 For Unseeking Seeker Contest Quote by Aristotle "Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My bid to solve the conundrum was fruitless. Yes, our baffling species can't be rootless. In the middle of the silence of my privacy. And amid the well-informed set of primacy. Man has a hodgepodge of inconsistent data. We discern that it's a sly topic of alpha and beta. So enigmatic, just beyond comprehension. Sinister and heavenly beings coexist in tension. Each life leads to a core, albeit stated or static. Aims are inherent to human status, not erratic. Arguably reluctantly recognizing its brilliance, Trust audacity breeds resilience. They carefully revere it as a fragile utopia to win. We are unable to grasp a rainbow vivid spin. But he pressed on, equanimous to the distance. The sky rewards diligent deeds with insistence. Revamping as a chameleon, tearing layers of skin. I'm donning a dark cape and gliding into the scene. When my gloom pulses akin to a hiss in my ears, I recklessly embrace and succumb to my fears. I'm cruising down, wondering what this means. Who is the real me, with my threads fraying at seams? Am I reckless, terrified, or even human under here? Am I cruel or bonny? Which of my brain coils is clear? Maybe it's just one aspect of my identity. Continues to operate within my entity. However, my actual self is a hollow grave. When hearts break, legs turn jelly, as slaves. I shall opine minus identity, envy, or vanity. No work or economic stability can annoy me. No status goals, no phony levity, will rule him. My spirit will be freed after living a quiet whim. Borderline: without me, what universe is mine? Is it just me, embracing each day as it shines?
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