I do not pretend

To comprehend

This complicated construct I

Landed upon

By the cynical miracle of birth


But I suppose

I surmise almost

There is even more to question

With what lies outside the frame

    As with all good paintings


I hear you

Loud and clear


This incessant reconsideration


Of social precepts

Is nothing but self-deceit



But please understand

This is where and how I live

    Feel more at ease

    Feel less of a fraud

This is where I stand


I bathe in the flowing blue waters of uncertainty

◄ No replay

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