“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label motive. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motive. Show all posts
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Make it Official
-State your Name and Intention-
Do Not mention any affiliations
or become subject to litigation.
Acts of remediation are often post facto
in futility even-ergo, better never
than too late
to instate your Greater Purpose
or your amor fati, by decree of entropy.
You see, if you aim for Truth
untethered to ego
you may move more freely
About.
If motives move
unannounced
they are pronounced
Wrongly.
Photo By Archiwum Ilustracji Ilustrowanego Kuryera Codziennego (corporate author) (National Digital Archives) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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