Collective Recoqnition

Modern day empire

The same as old,

Man doesn't really have time

Just Inventions and different clothes.

Still craving our nature the two split purpose,

Consumption and reproduction

All else is conjuring vanity,

An evolving Microchip of lost perception, a tinted clarity.

Yet we entrapped ourselves into a diamond cast,

Being compounded by every grasp that meets ear, eye and touch.

Never forget the truth bearing lust,

that feeling of inner-ness that splinter-hair precision awareness

And ask the question you've subconsciously locked away

Why are you being and what are the aims?

And then at that moment your shell will fall apart

so remind yourself of the real truth the binds mind and heart,

and roam among your ancestors in the lyceum of endless fascination

 

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