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Decisions, decisions
With precision I must choose
Go this way or that
But consider what I’d lose
Choices, choices
So many diverse voices
In this world determinism reigns
How I determine to act depends on the gains
For so it seems that pain and pleasure
Are the standards by which we measure
Wrong or right
Fight or flight
Bad or good
Ought and should
Would and could
Yet life is not so white and black
As a matter of fact
Life is full of color
Many a shade and hue
With spectrums so wide
Many colors hide
From Homo Sapiens’ eyes
Mysteries as deep as the skies
And ever expanding
Though we keep demanding
That we would come to an end of observation
As if some consolation
Were to be had in knowing the answer
To cease the sorrows of curiosity-cancer
But now I would it spread
Unending mystery prodding me along
So I may make my seeking my bread
A daily providence of circular searching
Feeding upon the fruit of the fed upon
Till my will has had its fill of
The undiminishing dish of the Veritas-void
The emptiness from which fullness abounds
Resounding silence of expansive stillness
Through which Pax is found in Flux
When I learn to trust
The process of Self
About the Creator
Conjury
Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.
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