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The Lost Paradox

Take a look inside,
Both dead and alive,
How can we measure it,
If something is living, yet finalised?

Propose a second proposal,
Preferably pick a second one,
Work, well that's force over distance,
Yet how can we measure success?

Power is work over time but 
It can be just and injust
Who decides control, no not I 
It must be him on the inside

Laughing, so can I actually look inside the box..
Like a fidgety penniless ant ready for work,
Yes yes I'm hungry,hungry strong as an ox
Paradoxically held back, retaining an astute smirk

I get it now, needing no quarrels 
It's the ways it's meant to be
If we find out truth we will pay schrodingers fury

Hypothesis: Not a chance of success.
Can I open, must I find out.
It will ruin me I'm told.
Accept the unacceptable

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Date: 3/1/2019 12:09:00 AM
You paint a beautiful picture with your words.
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Tadg Napier
Date: 3/10/2019 5:49:00 PM
Thank you so much
Date: 2/28/2019 11:54:00 PM
You described it perfectly. Insomnia is definitely a horrific experience.
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Date: 2/28/2019 11:15:00 PM
Nicely written!
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