Another Anarchist Philosopher
You cannot sense
Anything
Outside of yourself
Without the gentle caress
Of a nostalgic breeze
Always searching
For the ever
Tender space
In-between
Mother's patronizing knees
You are missing
Something
In someone else;
That same thing
Can only be found within...
...A select few
- They have come here to rule you...
...I wish this were just another jest:
You better learn quickly
How not to be lead!
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