Big thoughts little thoughts
Can’t escape my mind
Unless of course we share
A Certain frame in kind
The utterances that escape
From the wriggling of my digits
Are put through a process
Of lensing and filters to fix it
So, my madness can be temped
Stuff I’ve learnt along the way
Perspectives and conclusions
That are not proved to be at play
Crying out and making much noise
I am a believer in my own cause
Riding the chaos of uneven odds
Weighing the wait at an open door.
At the data point of my own position
My own approach and split from logic
Of the binary persuasion
Add a one to another one with arithmetic
Come out as three…
Just in case…
That’s just me
That with a combining effort to join one to a one
Creates a thing greater than the sum.
The nothing stuff if you like, a whole new entity,
That knows it’s self on the hierarchy of complexity.
©wrennie
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