The shuffle of conception
veils intent behind promised order
until every umbrella-opened mind
cries out for truth, the liberator, sleep.
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What interesting ideas here; I admit reptilian empire is not a new idea for me;
nor eugenic lies. I love the last stanza; 'knock at my door! I answer; the answer cries out in you', it seems to be one of those perfected things that rise to the occasion just when most needed; it adds an incredible sense of the mind's being the last frontier
to the words of the poem.
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What interesting ideas here; I admit reptilian empire is not a new idea for me; nor eugenic lies. I love the last stanza; 'knock at my door! I answer; the answer cries out in you', it seems to be one of those perfected things that rise to the occasion just when most needed; it adds an incredible sense of the mind's being the last frontier to the words of the poem.