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Oct 2013
In Society, we blend with motions.
This distance we travel, the face we see.
Some the same, Some Unusual,
Some unaware of anything, but the time, of day.

Careful observations became my critiquing.
Noticeable explanations,
For why someone was a certain way,
That certain way.

We sway and bump, In this
Co-existing crash course.
Soul's with the youngest simple minds.
Learning steps, voice & names.

Reality is the kodak.
The peacefully chaotic dimensions,
   That we eat, sleep & dream in.
Our perceptions, are virtuality.
The act,
   We laminate in the houses & schools we lived in.

Admissible contrasts,
        Becomes the shell of ourselves.
The soul soup & brain food.
The evolutions.

Must we ask questions of our desires?
When it's pleasure is given,
Only to the hands of paitent endeavors.

Our Human form is transportation,
Flipping through these mirrors,
Realm to realm,
Mind to voice,
Voice to earth,
& that's when finally
Earth exists.
David Johnson
Written by
David Johnson  Racine, Wisconsin
(Racine, Wisconsin)   
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