Wild and disspoessed of the sense
Given out like sweeties
to appease
And please
In the normal way.
Take the payment
And be blessed
There can be no attainment
Higher than those that came before.
I have no doubts.
Disqualifies me from the truth.
The superimposed
Reality created for us
By us
To give us those sweet moments
Has rotted the teeth
Of keen persistance
To be better
To rise higher
To understand
Ourselves
©wrennie
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