so i sew myself in with eternal strings;
the progress of nature resulted to hu man,
the progress of life was left in the two hands;
interesting enough i make my own plans,
to make it far enough i hold a core stance;
escaping complexity is not a vacation cruise,
it’s finding joy in strings begging for their use.
the thought is what matters ’cause matter is every thing-
from bricks to snow as much as being a no thing;
no thing is the thing that makes up your mind-
to say it doesn’t is like saying that you’re blind;
your mind is blindfolded, you’re not actually blind-
unfolding vision is when you ask questions like why?
seeing is not a measurement made by your eye-
it’s only measured when mirrors are all that you find.
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