who was it that said, Ignorance is being able to read
but not making the time
the mind is a wondrous machine but made by a complex
design
I'm in love with life's little in consistencies
for they tend to keep me on my toes
and standing firm while in its worst of confusion's
frantic throes
with episodic accuracy we distance ourselves from
any point that's closest to pain
making all real emotions informal and seemingly
voracious and vain
making forgetfulness a point in the favor of something
to gain
such intricate workings are quite common place to the
broadened brain
if I knew the proper practice and procedure
would systems yet to be strung be capable enough
to cope or endure
perhaps I am inadvertently romancing a small piece of
the present's preventable past
note that in the role of underdog I have had myself
suitably cast
try as I might I've at last torn an old thought
once and for all in two
and as quickly, managed to quell the urge to take
delighted refuge
as carefully as I can pen so to execute
I'll make the call that calls the shot
making the point of clarity seem relatively moot.....
(written Feb 24,1992 pm)