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Feb 2012
In so much as my mind allow,
Shall time flow here and now,
Perception perceives involving dissection,
Correction conceives excluding deception.

Learn to burn,
Fight to yearn,
Creative churn,
Inverted urn,
Ashes swept,
Instead of kept,
Forgotten forever,
Pointless Endeavor.

Think for me,
The activity,
The situation,
Concentration,
To be or not to be.
The will to power,
secrets lost,
or maybe never known,
gravity controls us all,
more solid than stone.
Your god is there,
Deep in your head,
Personal agenda disguised,
My mind, no god,
Practical thought,
There nothing you will find.

My mind, wander,
lost in sunlight,
Confined longer,
Than most can handle,
By most, mostly,
I mean the others,
For we are all but normal.
Forget your life you had before,
For it is long buried,
If you wish to discover more,
This much, you will not carry.

Consider briefly,
Your inner value,
altered; slightly?
Roughly handled?
Maybe reversed,
destroyed or mangled,
replaced and conversed,
No longer tangled.
Aaron Driver
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