How to remain mystical in mechanical
world inclined to find esoteric thought abstract
and counter-productive? This strange tyrannical
desire by the lords of our time to subcontract
ev'ry minute, effort track each hour. Am I not
still a natural being, born to imagine
metaphysical tendrils outwards from this spot
in space-time continuum, here to examine
my place with inquisition? And practice jihad
against heartless actions my brain has been trained to
believe maintain order? This manmade order's odd
when compared to natural fractals factored through
math'matical outlook not trapped by base ten thought;
over-thunk calculations always equal naught.
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