I’ve
been here before, disquieted, pondering upon a root.
Structure
assists, unable to complete, where suddenly chaos
grew.
Most thoughts are challenged, settling for facts,
missing
something essential. Deduction becomes a sphinx.
Induction
bends iron. In both cases, a core premise is
required.
I’ve been here before, awaiting comfort of thought,
phantom
to phantom. But what is comfort: a feeling of
tranquility;
guiltless communion; or freedom from outside
imposition?
Whatever it may be, it leaves to return. It’s
similar
to noticing a cigar, or a middle finger: it’s sudden,
even
intrusive. I shake it off, a new identity, with a core
premise.
We must accept a base, in order to climb a
building.
Even as letters feature words, I’m remiss in a deep
respect.
For many, it can’t be ‘friended, despite illusion,
negotiation,
and a good session. “What is it?” For one
broken
in parts, it is a riddle. For one whole, it may be
soothing.
“How to determine?” It’s dependent upon inner
dialogue,
coupled with results followed by such dialogue.
For
example, if inner dialogue leads one to believe in an
outcome,
which proves itself as false, time and again, one’s
inner
sanctum is in need of training; whereas, if one’s inner
sanctum
more times than not correlates with actual reality,
the
one in question is blessed. For many of us, it is
complicated,
even hassling.
