Hymnology
What I am consist as an imaginary forces,
Alive with sensory perceptions,
alive with multiple personalities,
Front facing, inward assessing
and condescending,
conciliatory arrangements,
For the better part,
as a modern citizen
We trying to mix
into the world as requirements,
Fit into the world,
as this meaningless essence,
I can recall something
beyond medical protocols,
I'm a different procedure,
yet sometimes unsure participant,
Of this masquerading inhabitant,
of this lonely planet,
I can understand now,
This lonely bacteria
trying to form alliance,
with all sorts of host,
life impossible to sustain,
Or missed a mission to thrive,
And unutterly unknown dimension,
A life force seeking identity,
theology,
arsenal projectory,
an explanation who created us,
what motivate hymnology,
this whistling, howling,
and fighting in space,
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