It is Thought

Fri, 05/24/2013 - 11:31 -- D.J.P

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37212
United States
36° 8' 20.4612" N, 86° 47' 48.9264" W

It is thought my semantic skills
not adequate to comprehend shadings
of meaning extrapolation understanding
(false comprehension analysis experienced
of flashback paradigm flourescent phosphorous
noxious gas poisonous fog location.)

All cynical understandings crumbling easy
by facile skilled hand extending of my own
through penciled intention traced
of the patterns of my magnetic connect
grid beauteous perfection symmetry.

Lack of continuity impossible
in spiderweb Universe Finnyland
where gamemaster capabilities all
gravitating my way refusing
to forget my vivid youthful past.

But still this reluctant snarky critic
who screams “It is nothing” and
throws its wildly flashing eyes about
blinking sweat droplets focused on reason
while my nonlinear chaos-brain
extrapolates far beyond my sight
uproariously expansive for
my secret self to
goad these sad small
hypocrites with their
own holographic self-doubts.

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