Sunday, March 13, 2011

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To the acceptance and realization, I have come,
Whether I like it or not,
That all things of me are from
(I ought’a draw my crosses and dots)
An inner-machine that calculates everything I am about,
Helpless, I hope it is accurate,
Certainly I would not dare myself to doubt
(Hopefully, I will not forget)
Myself.
Congratulations to the time that was put to waste,
to the admittance of shameful things I had faced.
This is an idea that could not be taught,
And one that I have unwillingly fought.
Take me over, O mind
Bring me things I must find,
Before my death,
Make me blind.
Therefore, my thirstiness shall be quenched
Because my desire to understand will be drenched.
What will cause my thirst to quench?
My desire to understand will drench.
My desire to understand will
My desire to understand
My desire to
My desire
My

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