J. I. Thomas F. Poet Rhyme

Thoughtroot

It comes in my shapes, my dear,
a smile, a frown, a laugh - all fear.
Why disguise confusion, surprise?
The ignorant can hardly fashion lies. 

You weren't made 
to clench your gut,
to grind your teeth,
or falsely strut,

So pour out your emotions now!
Only then can you see how,

the world connects in linear form,
all things logically devised.
And no being can long evade you,
no thing will keep you long surprised. 

Your mind was born to grapple such things,
so shoulder past the paltry stings,
and grasp the challenge by the horns,
and crush it till it weeps and mourns,
and yields to you your rightful fruit.
That's the way for thought to root. 

30 May 2018

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