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Thought
Cutting, piercing, jagged idealism
What I feel-
is real
What I think-
is right,
Only in my depth
Assumptions deemed worthy of thought,
only in a flawless world.
Irritated, I stagger on
Trying to find reason, for my convictions.
Incisive realities flood my intelligence,
I become distant from myself.
I don’t want to know of,
what I cannot account for.
I don’t want to be,
what I could not be before.
Alone, I move through the particles that make up the whole-
of my substance.
I’m faced with the conclusion that,
what you believe in cannot be who you are,
Simply because- people don’t understand what is too close,
but will not reach for what is too far.
My world unites with the rest,
now I’m just like them-
a mindless jest.
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