A dream a dream it fills it shakes

The very vessel drains awake

The flash of insight gone to pot

What’s left but re-imagine thought.

Reconstruct the brain that day

Arrange the molecules and pray

Collisions will resolve and show

The truth the wisdom all we know.

To search is to take a trip

Grasp for meaning dispel cantrips

For magic is a game to play

By witches wizards those depraved.

The meaning spells and curses show

Illusory, the telling blow

An action moved by verbs you know

Can not reveal unknowns.

To verify the meaning hid

By tradition and religion

One must ask, not sit not pray

Nay, go out explore the day.

It exists, the gift established

By poets, priests, those that languish

In limbic currents hard to manage

The truth can it save any age?

It’s thoughts must they come from a sage?

May insights be felt by a knave?

So truth may be, some flavor, some dope

Pandora, my savior, my slaver, my hope

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A forum can inform

The fringe can infringe

On subjects so important no dissent can break in

The result is catastrophic

No discussion stays on topic

The result’s not philanthropic but human beings can pretend.

What comes of a system

Which broaches dictum sanctum

The result is telling of the status quo we’re living in

The words to speak to power

Change upon the hour

All’s that’s left’s the souls with feeling only they can see within