Before you start
To read my art
Don't presume that I knew
How the poem would do
Untill I finished
It's a bit of a plea
But it mostly me
Being more than a little bit angry
That I've stirred up
Internal worries
Who would ever know
If i did not say so
What the thoughts
Are telling me
Are the answers
That I had gone looking for
Should I keep
The silence sweet
And wait and wait
Just in case
I can make it not be
In the same now as me
How long is the delay.
Between night and day
Am only here for a short time
I don't want to be the one
Designated this theory as mine
At the vanguard of my own own universe
Sitting on the fringe
Of where science meets
Can't think that
it's irrational.
Delusional...
Can't be true.
So must me madness
Hang on,. we have a pill for that
Shut the words away
Shut my self away
Who?
Can't be wrong.
Who?
Decided.
For me... What my own mind should be.
Oh yes that's right,
They fear me
Unpredictability
Causes unforseen
Calamities
For all in my remit
The network
That ties me to causality
If only
I was not so knotted
into the pattern
Tapistery of life.
My actions form the pattern round me.
As far as I dictatate
Or as far as it leaks
Or as far as it is allowed
Or as far at the network carries it.
For as far as I can imagine.
For as long as I am active within the actuality of the external universe.
Don't come close.
You'll ruin my plan.
By preempting, rushing, bringing the point
I am trying to avoid until the very end
Into my quiet life that I am trying to extend.
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©wrennie
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