A hodgepodge of concepts,
Bluntly spoken it is a nightmare.
Were we ever gifted with our own voice,
Our own speech, our words and vocabulary?
To tempt the lion and tiger of
Genius from the dense jungle
Of neural pathways
Begetting the
Flight of fancy
And a solid idea:
The ****
Strangely,
Last Wednesday
There was a snake at my door
And I could have been bitten.
Moral of the story:
Do not dress up the ego
With sweet metaphor
Else the snake of thought
Will consume itself
In the flames of self-pity
And the cat will go hungry.
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC
A hodgepodge of concepts,
Bluntly spoken it is a nightmare.
Were we ever gifted with our own voice,
Our own speech, our words and vocabulary?
To tempt the lion and tiger of
Genius from the dense jungle
Of neural pathways
Begetting the
Flight of fancy
And a solid idea:
The ****
Strangely,
Last Wednesday
There was a snake at my door
And I could have been bitten.
Moral of the story:
Do not dress up the ego
With sweet metaphor
Else the snake of thought
Will consume itself
In the flames of self-pity
And the cat will go hungry.
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