It began with me and a fence.

I stood near seminary,
with thoughts more important
than any I've ever had inside.

It seemed at that moment,
that the fence was the only thing between me
and everything.
It seemed that if I didn't cross to the other side,
I'd be doomed to a life of normalcy.

I stayed, obviously.
I can't just get up and leave.

It was your response that made me
realize what I'd leave behind.

You didn't tell me to stay,
you responded one word, remember?
You said "someday."

This atheistic, intelligent, liberal minded
     nonestablishmentarian
     christened Matthew
Scott Harris, haint gotta clue,

     how bias, discrimination,
     prejudice didst brew
within me noggin admitting to myself,
     (that though tolerant

     towards most other people)
     amidst variegated hue
mankind cutting crew,
I can not wholeheartedly dislodge un argue

ably the stubborn presence
     of disagreeably unwanted notions,
     an effort quite few
     till to expunge, though not clearly

     delineated against gentile nor Jew
the latter encompassing
     my genealogical lineage
     (as ye probably knew)

though acute awareness exists
     that objectionable thoughts
     towards others coalesced and grew,
sans initial aural, sensational,

     and visual perceptions did ensue
from nearly imperceptible
     germinal, ephemeral, and casual
     brief interactions, thy amygdala and,

     posterior cingulate cortex
     (PCC) instantaneously drew
     nearly nsync with a single blink
     of thine myopic left or right human eye

     (which average duration 0.1 to 0.4 seconds,
     or 100 to 400 milliseconds)
     forged an unconscious initial mount'n view
clocked in at 100 milliseconds

     or 328.0839895013123 feet per second
pointing asper an expert mason
     hermetically sealing a psychic impression
     ala mortise and tenon

     amalgamated conglomerate
     enterprise glommed zoo
wool logical imprimatur difficult,
     but not impossible loo
sin and/or completely dislodge
     neurological hullabaloo.