ever wonder why a cat
    pretends to not be able
to see into / past glass?
      and to think:
    narcissus didn't peer
into a mirror
   but a water-glass...
        <sigh>
              the vagueness
and the ever fleeting
tyrany of youth...
relieved of its passing
within the confines
of democracy...
        hardly a caesar's
           upturned thumb,
scenario;
vector, door,
    while murk of
unfathomable forms
standing behind
a crystaline
       sheen of
            molten sand
reformed into:
            metaphor;
metaphor,
which was always
the philosophers'
stone, precursor...
and remains,
the vain-attempt
    pre-cursor of
          lost ambitions;
sometimes the most idiotic
drives in
pursuit of,
    reveal...
the most worthwhile
discards
   of appropriating,
the next, idiotic,
continuum;
    there must be something
modern, synonymous
with alchemy...
      surely, for rhyme's sake:
a century of
the current technology...
because...
    it can hardly be
improved, let alone
be accommodated,
    the 2nd literate already
know the joke,
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                     or rather:
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