MONDAY'S POET
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Logic of an Illogical Mind by Scott H.
Man goes through life observing life
Talk this
Talk that
See this
See that
Think not for the eyes already know
The mind becomes a shell, a trunk
Holding thing until the key of the mouth
Unlocks it letting its contents spew
We sit in the way of logic
Yet let reason pass us by
We do which is said upon the mouth of all
Not the mind of oneself
Its as if the eyes are closed
When they are fully open
The mind stays closed collecting the dust
Of the incoherent babbling we all know too well
When will the mind be open?
When will the eyes of Illusion close
And the eyes of fiction open?
What we take as reality may become it
Unless we let the darkness in
To subdue the bright light of speech
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