Here I face the orchard of choice
Within the parameters of what I know is unknown
A slide-rule of infectious ignorance that starts
at the atomic level and extends past the atmosphere
Past the macro-verse of unrehearsed humanity
I know that all I know is the pleasure of not knowing
I breed the impulse of insatiable metaphors and
untenable quirks, that driving force of all structure
That chemical mishap that evolved our brains
from advanced micro-processors into stations of empathy
From that freak occurrence, that completely unpredictable
shot in the dark of uncounted millennium
Here, again, the expanse of granulated freedom
A choice-by-choice lineation viewed as a singular swath of life
Whether it is better to live dangerously in heeding
the corporeal self above other dependent selves
or to live in the sway of ideals
Could it be that each choice is the same?
That the pursuit of individual joy is something
that benefits all
In viewing magnanimous men of action
We haunted, fearful men of inertia
quake in ecstasy and gather precepts of
inspiration. We becomes ourselves through intimating
our conceptions of others
We become ourselves through emulation
Through radicalism, through class-warfare
Through liberal nonsense and stilted ethics
We become we by turning away from us
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