AS I PARADED
While I paraded my thinking past the minds of
old, what came to the fore was simplicity. As if
injurious to mind and matter, the round sound of
logic (coming back upon itself) ran its circles -
un-coiffing the sureness of illusion. My world
was a loser, being factored in the win. How could
this be? I wondered. Metaphysics under such
a tree is shaded by great limbs of doubt.
While I paraded my thinking past the minds of
old, what came to the fore was simplicity. As if
injurious to mind and matter, the round sound of
logic (coming back upon itself) ran its circles -
un-coiffing the sureness of illusion. My world
was a loser, being factored in the win. How could
this be? I wondered. Metaphysics under such
a tree is shaded by great limbs of doubt.
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