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Assimilate

humbled by the fact so many things can appear to fall into line as though this were the plan all along after all is said and done we settle for some idea of worth in one another, and then we start retelling those elaborate stories to which reinforce others to live up to or surpass all these prior conquests while we look on sensitive for the perfection in our own idealized state of comprehending and personal reflection betrayed when subjectivity calls into question our concept of what an objective viewpoint should look like, which goes awry shockingly often as we are such fallible beings even in our own policies and writs when there is no reason but an ulterior motive behind what we have to understand before us flinging caution to the wind as we leap through loopholes in our systemic infection showing off how jumping through a loop on fire won’t phase us at all… the vampires within all of us suckling parasitic in the soul as our shadow stirs underneath the skin when the light of day has flown away home to await the next, and as those left here resemble statues in the rain oxidizing in the open space wondering for what reason we have to chase these things we do in vague and subtle ways that escape even the poet’s powerful potential for saying as the memory a page resurrecting itself to cause the lips to enunciate with the proper precision as an artistry beyond the artist who displays the right sequence of talent and learning as watermark left and made the standard by which all other parts are measured, the pieces of the conscious puzzle collected like the collective mind of the many massive and waiting for the endless to end while distracting themselves away with the games they use to sedate each other as each thinks this game of competition real as tricky hurtle to bound over to reassure the confident surge of energy… when we connect as people with one another, there is a certain presence that carries on from them as into the future as they themselves appear to go with lingering radials brilliantly shining outward while alive and kicking perhaps that biblical halo thing taken for granted now that we are such intelligent monkeys with our all-too hip finger on the vital pulse pumping the blood traveling like love through tunnels of thoughts and the melding of feelings into one being, but as a dysfunctional civilization we think we can call it out for what IT is without repercussion if the reinforced direction is revealed as a dire wrong made far in advance of anything that could ever be called the truth…