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Decisions, Decisions

With precision I must choose.

By ConjuryPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Decisions, decisions

With precision I must choose

Go this way or that

But consider what I’d lose

Choices, choices

So many diverse voices

In this world determinism reigns

How I determine to act depends on the gains

For so it seems that pain and pleasure

Are the standards by which we measure

Wrong or right

Fight or flight

Bad or good

Ought and should

Would and could

Yet life is not so white and black

As a matter of fact

Life is full of color

Many a shade and hue

With spectrums so wide

Many colors hide

From Homo Sapiens’ eyes

Mysteries as deep as the skies

And ever expanding

Though we keep demanding

That we would come to an end of observation

As if some consolation

Were to be had in knowing the answer

To cease the sorrows of curiosity-cancer

But now I would it spread

Unending mystery prodding me along

So I may make my seeking my bread

A daily providence of circular searching

Feeding upon the fruit of the fed upon

Till my will has had its fill of

The undiminishing dish of the Veritas-void

The emptiness from which fullness abounds

Resounding silence of expansive stillness

Through which Pax is found in Flux

When I learn to trust

The process of Self

inspirational
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Conjury

Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.

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