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Nov 2017
"Perceived In Passing"


The great great mystery of you scours
       my brain for answers to your self
A million shiny buttons in the mind
       ten understood and admitted
       to the first level the rest nothing
       but the soul rationalized to war
       prejudice greed stealin
       money ******* the neighbours
       better half with guilt to make
       you feel good about it
Screaming the personality right into
       your kids brain neurons impregnated
       with your pain past from one
       generation to the next so secretly
       you don't even know it
Wake up in the morning already formed
       and hungry for yesterdays flashes
       deep remembered only urges lift
       the hand to shove the happy food
       in happy wantin to be face
       smacking mental taste buds yum
       yum as it turns the body into
       toxic waste dump what do you think
       those little nodules are
Getting what's desired stimulates pathways
       leading to Pavlov's realm over and
       over we fear what is
       conditioned to fear ****** relatively
The truth hurts when there's pain
       without cure we're right in
       the middle of it and see such
       possible beauty with freedom
       joy love kindness health yet here
       we are playing in the **** pile
       throwing knifes at each other
       some wanting to stop some not
Time heals all but so what death
       is coming on one way or the other
       coming on swifter than the change
       in humanity perhaps
       we are the
       missing link searched for
       look in the mirror
What now to be in?       halfway twixt
       mindless and mind full of what
       dreams are made of with no way out
       but live it as it is and try
       to not be animal a little bit
       anyway try a little bit not to
       be animal help the cause to be
       a little bit and be other than
       animal for a moment
Definitely a group effort we are
       and then we're gone but the
       fragrance of our thoughts lingers on
       perceived in passing by sentientness
Mark Wanless
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Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
(mpls, mn)   
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   Dimitrios Sarris
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