Of cognitive dissonance
And confirmation bias
Reveals a frightening realm
Of ill-defined objects
And unresolved detail
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
Still the shadow of nature
Falls upon me
With her supple forms
Her irregular grace
So I quiet the urge for being
Let her sunshine warm me
And become the bough
Blowing in the wind
He lived
In oblivion
Surrounded by
Possibility
I stayed
For the kindness
And the deep deep grow
Wry or pained, OK
Irony works
It can lead to a chuckle
In a chuckle
There is often a laugh
And in a laugh, sometimes a guffaw
Some with regret
And, some, disdain
Though most with neither
This nor that
I think not
Of the world I’m in
The present
Not this very day
But all the worlds
I’ve yet to see
Which will also
Fall behind
Then I turn forward
Take the next step
With a clearer vision
Of the trials and adventures
The path ahead promises
Evil is, so often
A quality of the namer
Rather than the named