and Repeat

and Repeat

 

A singularity is on you –

An aggression of objective.

A return,

And then a return.

What solitary drive!

A fascination of a particular,

Compelled,

You may not turn aside!

Tunneled by intention,

You envision vindication,

Justification,

And of course,

The earned reward.

Your pure purpose is beyond question,

Your conviction assures you.

You may not be dissuaded,

For you have found illumination

In sealed corridors reflecting the opinion

You are already certain of.

You need no acquittal,

Your virtue is sure.

Exalted,

You may pity those not so lofty,

You will bring them to understanding,

As much of it as they are capable to comprehend,

Though true perception,

Is yours alone to possess.

Therefore, your mission may never be deterred,

Detoured, deflected, denounced,

Denied.

For enlightenment must be forced,

If it is not accepted,

Or heard,

Or wanted.

What do they know,

These ignorant masses,

That ignore your constancy.

Perhaps you should tell them again.

And again.

Until they learn.

Morons…

 

Cliff Lake 6/15/2024

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024


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