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POETRY

Sunday, September 28

recognition, the pendulum, oscillations


an adult
is a child's expectation
a child
is perhaps an adult's expectation;
in this way the world runs upon
each other's expectations
where these worlds
conflate

while walking down paranoid streets today
all out of sorts
ducked into an art gallery
found
fear in the centre 
of a cultural representation,
and agreed;
saw
 a program
a while ago
about buried treasure
mosaic frescos
unearthed in an old city
showed nature
divided
for the purposes
of instilling fear
into a populace
heaven and hell created:
wielded dystopias

 walked down dysmorphic streets today
objective or subjective
 doubts
 in a state
of fear
or mild anxiety

the opposite exists
in
confidence,
which is what it is
and help
is always at hand

solutions in the morning
seem
to come to nothing
yet
meaning
is not lost
yet

this fiasco seems contrived
is all too libelous
to be real
even paranoia is real
up to a point
 delicacy of the point
self importance
has no point
self knowledge is the key

addicts of hierarchy
where life
is a struggle for gain
their illusion
under a slanderous delusion

compulsive
actions
delusions of grandeur
obscure
manipulations
blank looks
fears of manipulation
more blank looks

the hold is full
of bilge 
of feeling
in a stagnant pool

 art
is the only
cipher

 the subjective past is
 a sack of lovers
collective noun : a sphinx
one is a male
one is
the female sphinx
her emancipation is free
his may take some time

the origin of this problem
 is shame
one of these pivotal points
upon which fate turns

condemnations
and
there are opposites
upon which this fate turns

 well

grey matter
virtual reality
of the senses

confusion
a fear
generates
more fears

 oscillation
the
attractor
the
fascination
the point of the sword.
punctilio of thought
grace under fire
water under a rock

but this life has become a game
a nasty game
when the
due
is the tare
that's when
wrong
becomes an accusation
conflated extremes
is what reality is





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