I'm either deflecting and rejecting
Or accepting and connecting
I'm attempting the correct thing
Or expecting a correcting
Got to to deal
With things directly
Or conceal
The things that get me
Behind a sheild
I think protects me
Like what I feel
Just Don't affect me
And my feelings are like ceilings They're always there but out of Reach
When I could reach them
From underneath them
I'm prepared to walk the streets
Every rhyme it has a reason
But the reason probably
Just convenient, for me to speak when
There's a chink in my armory
I don't examine all my madness And it's like nothing in my brain
But if it had been re-examined The assumption they would make
Is it's both magic and it's tragic
Both productive and insane
How I could grasp s***
Thats so gigantic
But miss the stuff that's plain as day
To believe in something or nothing
Is nothing I'm discussing
Because once it gets discussed it's just a discussion that gets redundant
And I'm reluctant to follow instructions
All instructors get interrupted and if there's one thing
You must remember
Is not to be a trust dispenser
The enterprise was doomed to irrevocable failure.
He looked at the board and re-examined his formulas.
The astral entities were too complicated for the earthly mind.
The fear of failure did not dampen his complicated theories.
Could it be that some abstract integral was escaping his perception?
The blemish of his calculations was just before his visage.
His aide looked on like a sentry never opening his mouth.
Then he noticed he had inserted the infinity symbol.
Where for Pete’s sake did that come from?
If he entered the machine and pulled the lever
What would be the result? The word leapt into his head.
It would be pernicious conclusion. So he desisted.
No man could traverse time to an earlier time.
8 November 2020
Placed 3
Eight word challenge 11 Poetry Contest
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