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Endogenous

Visions, when spoken, are impaired.
                           Hope that the listeners ears are compatibly
                           compared.
                              Knowledge, wisdom, understanding
                           considered weird.
                              When measured to average thinkers
                           whom thoughts are ensnared.
                              Within the web of primitives, lacking
                           individuality, and the vision to dare.
                              Being different is becoming abundantly
                           clear.
                              Acknowledgement, and self embracement
                           of this idea.
                              Ridicule and judgement lacking the strength
                           to instill fear.
                              Though perfection is not here, the 
                           pursuit is strong.
                              Accepting negative views of opposition
                           is weakness, and does not belong.
                              An extension of life, as good and evil
                           are conjoined.
                              The mental coup d'tat, the inception 
                           of what needs to be born.
                              The labor and strenuous push to give
                           birth to unique form.
                              Charge of the bull, proceeded by the
                           piercing of the horn.
                              The death of doubt, no wake, no 
                           funeral, no time to mourn.
                              Practice and conditioning for we must
                           all perform.
                              The life of living is not a race, but
                           a marathon.
                              The road to finding me isn't short,
                           but long.

Copyright © Malcolm Burrell

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