The future it came,
not its master am I.
Here I might shatter
but I will not comply.
Subservient musings,
here I stand amazed.
I will note the notion
see how a pen behaves?
Wrought bitter aspects
did newness require.
Shout at clouds I will
as the day slowly expires.
Will I be enough to
garner a meaningful soul?
Here I am now at
the gate which I do patrol.
At the edge of
all sanity and logic.
Pace I will this page as
an unlearned gnostic.
Knowledge is unknown
by me yet once again.
I can offer only honesty,
though blindness is kin.
I shall scour books
while reading my soul.
For what I can grasp
and what I can not control.
My soul does resist
fighting air I do gasp.
Shatter the future does
what I know as if glass.
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