There's an aphotic place; found within my percipience
Endeavoring; I will face it past, present, future-tense
My hope is that its destination; is evanescence
Support in overcoming it, you; will my persistence
As everything is rising to a convergence
May that one percent; never find its resurgence
Several years ago today
They reckoned me unbefitting for their ears
Per the yardstick of the day
Their percipience was disparaging
But still I rose
By their clairvoyance I was infecund
Plainly no reason to cogitate about me
For they could not glimpse any merit in me
Fate was for me to be unremembered
But still I rose
Like a seed that sprouts and becomes a big tree
I rose
Like a prolific plant that bears great fruits
I rose
Now with relish they can eat my fruits
And realize the mistake that they did
For in spite of all that, I rose.
Is reason the straightest road
to percipience
Or is truth intuition
—memory’s black hole
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
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