as complex as a net of themes
metaphors are living things
language of self-minded brains
interwoven with a world thought sane
but deluded by senses and sense
cooperating just by chance
you can’t deny those alien parts
that hide within your twisted self
nor cannot face just what they are
just like you can’t escape their hollow spell
that you can’t shelve
though it’s no use to delve
chaotic like each world of thoughts
worlds are nested in each word
concepts of our looped up minds
rooted in something that we can’t find
cause we change with it and through each guess
coevolving law or mess
we can’t deny these shady parts
that constitute our very self
nor cannot guess just who we are
just like we can’t escape that fuzzy spell
that we can’t shelve
though it’s no use to delve
there is no ground to stand upon
as soon as we look what’s beneath
but in the moment we go on
a way’s rebuilt under our feet
so going on works as a ground
and there’s no way of standing still
we better swim or we will drown
we are a process at its will
only in motion we are real
so out of reach for static thoughts
there’s a dynamic self that feels
why understanding is a fitting word
since our points of view are fixed
unable to reflect the complex loop
changing within its feedbacked tricks
that chase our circling selves right through
constantly renovated tubes
we can’t deny these foreign parts
that constitute our very world
nor cannot guess where we should start
to rearrange our mental world of words
that guide our thoughts
in which we just occur
systematically blurred
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
as complex as a net of themes
metaphors are living things
language of self-minded brains
interwoven with a world thought sane
but deluded by senses and sense
cooperating just by chance
you can’t deny those alien parts
that hide within your twisted self
nor cannot face just what they are
just like you can’t escape their hollow spell
that you can’t shelve
though it’s no use to delve
chaotic like each world of thoughts
worlds are nested in each word
concepts of our looped up minds
rooted in something that we can’t find
cause we change with it and through each guess
coevolving law or mess
we can’t deny these shady parts
that constitute our very self
nor cannot guess just who we are
just like we can’t escape that fuzzy spell
that we can’t shelve
though it’s no use to delve
there is no ground to stand upon
as soon as we look what’s beneath
but in the moment we go on
a way’s rebuilt under our feet
so going on works as a ground
and there’s no way of standing still
we better swim or we will drown
we are a process at its will
only in motion we are real
so out of reach for static thoughts
there’s a dynamic self that feels
why understanding is a fitting word
since our points of view are fixed
unable to reflect the complex loop
changing within its feedbacked tricks
that chase our circling selves right through
constantly renovated tubes
we can’t deny these foreign parts
that constitute our very world
nor cannot guess where we should start
to rearrange our mental world of words
that guide our thoughts
in which we just occur
systematically blurred
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