there were some hints of hidden plots
but I'm unable to reveal
I found some separated spots
still unable to tell which link is real
and so I try to analyze
what rather should and must be framed
since all I see creates disguise
that's much too complex to be ever named
of course it has been clear to me
that I can never understand
trapped in the wrongest strategy
but this slight insight it could never end
living within recursive strains
and sensing that there is a sense
more valid than just causal chains
but only describable as weird chance
so all foretelling must stay vague
and loosely caught in blurring lines
just guessing back allows to make
out what still must resist to be combined
seems context can produce a part
that hides some future in degrees
of freedom interpreting art
seems the mystic whole is stored in a piece
but there's no way to find out how
to find what is the fitting view
since perspectives change truth right now
and every looking back is always new
breaking habits means crossing lines
to unveil the contexted mess
just writing what my brain combines
still so far beyond my most daring guess
but this is where I cannot get
by words bound to logical thoughts
I treat them in new ways instead
where all I is weakly felt metaphors
and all I see is kept in mind
and stretching out with every verse
but well, of course no one can find
what only contextually occurs
a strange result is feeding doubts
since all is trapped self-reference
that can be clearly talked about
asking how to comprehend any sense
outside the very performed act
but what got written down at last
is a shadowed trace that reflects
translating what cannot be tracked unmasked
with or kept by well defined terms
but ambiguous metaphors
leaving space for views to confirm
spotted patterns that could reflect my course
but each changed context brings the chance
to find new ways of reading how
the world was caught within found sense
constructed just against backgrounds of now
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
there were some hints of hidden plots
but I'm unable to reveal
I found some separated spots
still unable to tell which link is real
and so I try to analyze
what rather should and must be framed
since all I see creates disguise
that's much too complex to be ever named
of course it has been clear to me
that I can never understand
trapped in the wrongest strategy
but this slight insight it could never end
living within recursive strains
and sensing that there is a sense
more valid than just causal chains
but only describable as weird chance
so all foretelling must stay vague
and loosely caught in blurring lines
just guessing back allows to make
out what still must resist to be combined
seems context can produce a part
that hides some future in degrees
of freedom interpreting art
seems the mystic whole is stored in a piece
but there's no way to find out how
to find what is the fitting view
since perspectives change truth right now
and every looking back is always new
breaking habits means crossing lines
to unveil the contexted mess
just writing what my brain combines
still so far beyond my most daring guess
but this is where I cannot get
by words bound to logical thoughts
I treat them in new ways instead
where all I is weakly felt metaphors
and all I see is kept in mind
and stretching out with every verse
but well, of course no one can find
what only contextually occurs
a strange result is feeding doubts
since all is trapped self-reference
that can be clearly talked about
asking how to comprehend any sense
outside the very performed act
but what got written down at last
is a shadowed trace that reflects
translating what cannot be tracked unmasked
with or kept by well defined terms
but ambiguous metaphors
leaving space for views to confirm
spotted patterns that could reflect my course
but each changed context brings the chance
to find new ways of reading how
the world was caught within found sense
constructed just against backgrounds of now
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