The human animal: the only that can reason, that can think, that can read.
The things I find interesting:
Why self-dispatch shouldn't
Attend us all; what must
Mind the minds of others; how
Needs needst become
Social agreements--among
Other inanities--never will know
Verbal discussion, will not
Hear themselves aloud. This
Because what I'd like to term
Banality, attends speech
With more frequency, in order
For any to go on living. It
Does seem that with age,
Talk works more through
Holding, keeping back to
Create separation between
What must bother incessantly
And what must bother that's
Artificial. No answer should
Mean that it better stay written.
Except those things that do
Make women's weapons,
Begin looking more and more
Approachable, but really never
Are. Good then how time
Makes bathos more desired:
To live means more than to know.
Nothing will slow; even arbitrary
Equates with unchangeable to
Force all ahead, pushing with
Subtle, stable control: after writing
These lines I've lost that time
Forever--sleep, reading, work,
Speaking, all collapse into
Moments that seem no more
Than what preceded; although
The past gives not assurance
For the future, it does well,
If to look behind, if all
Appears worse than now,
That perception misleads
Under most conditions.
Decidedly, I cannot find
Anything to replace the few
Questions I ignore before the
Folding of the day. But
Reality demands (since void of
Outside meaning) individual delusion.
Why self-dispatch shouldn't
Attend us all; what must
Mind the minds of others; how
Needs needst become
Social agreements--among
Other inanities--never will know
Verbal discussion, will not
Hear themselves aloud. This
Because what I'd like to term
Banality, attends speech
With more frequency, in order
For any to go on living. It
Does seem that with age,
Talk works more through
Holding, keeping back to
Create separation between
What must bother incessantly
And what must bother that's
Artificial. No answer should
Mean that it better stay written.
Except those things that do
Make women's weapons,
Begin looking more and more
Approachable, but really never
Are. Good then how time
Makes bathos more desired:
To live means more than to know.
Nothing will slow; even arbitrary
Equates with unchangeable to
Force all ahead, pushing with
Subtle, stable control: after writing
These lines I've lost that time
Forever--sleep, reading, work,
Speaking, all collapse into
Moments that seem no more
Than what preceded; although
The past gives not assurance
For the future, it does well,
If to look behind, if all
Appears worse than now,
That perception misleads
Under most conditions.
Decidedly, I cannot find
Anything to replace the few
Questions I ignore before the
Folding of the day. But
Reality demands (since void of
Outside meaning) individual delusion.