Think!

Benign is the thinking of the micro,

Of the levels of day that stray not

Out of the attention of all.

 

Zoom out into a greater view

and thinking becomes a chore. 

The intricate playings regular

Escape each of our eye.

 

Yet infatuated are those who linger,

Who revel in the facts of unknown.

Unfortunately though

Doomed are they,

To the displeasure of indefinite unknowing.

 

Plagued will be the thoughts of the thinker

To try and weave themselves into the woven.

To pick at every crevice in unknowing

and implant themselves into it.

So removed will be the thinker

in his search and want for more.

Whatever he sees will be brushed aside

in a veil of unimportance

 

 

Internalized are infernal cries,

For those earnest sighs are common.

Your peripherals may not hold a fuller view

So avert your gaze willingly.

The most comes from small

Than a world full of all. 

 

 

 

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