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Perplexity of a Mind

I scoff at those who make sense of things
How can you make sense of something, if nothing has a gist?
No denotation?
Every word said, falling out of human race’s lips,
How do we trust it?
How do we know it’s true?
I’ve tried to believe, but honesty is way past due
I’m no virtuoso,
And genuinely, I don’t care.
I’m no Poe, no poe
Realization of the status quo;
Unbeknown.
I like to think I believe in-
But then again, I enjoy treason;
Subconscious.
Numb.





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