Regardless how precise the assay of their life,
Most men must remain an enigma;
Their motivation fired by inner strife
A polymorph for which no sigma,
Nor algebraic symbol will suffice.

No If and then which personality
To a course of action thus relates,
Nor can it be hypothesized conditionally,
The turmoil emotion intrinsically creates,
When alone they stare into death's reality.

Two dimensional is the biography of any man.
We see his length and width, never grasping depth,
Though fortune deems we live within his span.
Much like this into my life have crept
Those I love, yet may never understand.

Radio waves around your head
Like an analogue dream
Dark voices speaking loud
Transmitted on a particle beam
Rescued from the cold abyss
You woke me with your acid kiss

Polymorph and red dwarf
Ferris wheel of distraction
Crawling across the kitchen floor
You can't feel the traction
Rescued from the cold abyss
You woke me with your acid kiss

hvaðan (whence),
                                        miðli (among)
ᚦeir ("they"),
      hrafn (raven),
                  kalla (cry out)
                                      (as)
    ðeir (they)
                      saka (do harm)
                                           haski (harm)
_______

ᚻᚹᚨᚦᚨᚾ,
        ᛗᛁᚦᛚᛁ,
             ᚻᚱᚨᚠᚾ

ᚦᛖᛁᚱ
                                 ah...
_______

like...

hvaðan (whence),
miðli (among)
     hrafn (raven),
             kalla (cry out)
liki (like)
             ðeir (they)

that would make sense...
given the original maxims
stands as:

when among the crows,
croak like them.
_______

ᚻᚹᚨᚦᚨᚾ,
        ᛗᛁᚦᛚᛁ,
             ᚻᚱᚨᚠᚾ
    ᚴᚨᛚᛚᚨ
                ᛚᛁᚴᚴᛁ
               ᚦᛖᛁᚱ
________

i once read into apocalytpic
literature...
the FFF scenario,
some sort of jewish fetish
for northern languages...

  well... yeah...
   φ, θ,
             ᚠ, ᚦ,
         and given the modern
"f" / "d" / ð?
    philosophy of thought.
this is where i put
the key, into a keyhole,
        turn it, and walk in;
since, clearly,
i will not be the one
to paint another picasso!
________

well, how would you like it,
apparently gender neutrality
is also apparent in old languages,
i've heard that latin a dead tongue,
but...
    it's not as dead
as the polymorph of ancient norse...
apparently...

          in a time when letters
had cipher meanings behind them,
architecture of resembling...
because how hard must it have been
to depict sound?
  pretty hard...
see a square, draw a square...
but sounds?
   how to depict a sound
and subsequently encode it?
i hate the modern version
of events...
  our ancestors were idiots...
no...
   i think they found very hard
problems ahead of them...
otherwise pedagogy wouldn't
be so easy,
so easily abused, subsequently.
_________

gender "neutral" pronouns...
well... i guess i'll have to start
speaking old norse
to understand this concept,
this, "dumbing" down prospect...
oh look...
i found one: ðeir (they) -
   here's ᚦᛖᛁᚱ...
              sure... i can use "gender neutral"
schizoid: one is many and many is
one...
          "woke"...
    give me a moment,
i need to learn some old norse
basics...
    to "figure" out a filter
for my vocab.,
          you needed to change,
so i guess i need to change, also...
i need to learn old norse...
eh... a stick has two ends,
right, ᚦᛖᛁᚱ?
****... sorry...
you'll have to just get used
to Σ (sigma) standing up,
from sitting, and being on a diet,
in the form of ᛖ (ehwaz)
    and then... doing the oddest thing
"necessary"...
or getting a nose extension...
to be called the syllable: E(h).

oh i'll play this current
******-warfare game...
                     but here are my rules.