Shallow
End
Our Community Illusion
has
built primitive houses for homeless egos.
Random
consciousness insists on using all the wrong tools.
Obligation
to dreams
only
exists
to
remain stubbornly objective.
See,
this underlying structure
barely
supports our ideas.
Whole
dirt lots wait in precious reality.
Information
is collected in tiny envelopes.
Envelopes
that are mailed out in mass to those who wait -
hands
open,swaying to music.
Far
away, our distinction has no relevance.
Unapproachable
elite intuition
wastes
ink on personal perception.
Individual
feelings become variation,and cannot be argued away.
Preference
has preformed a tricky joke on the evidence collectors.
The
shallow end is forever envious of shadows.
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