POEM: Anew Page Delivering

I am
Subject too
The very inquisition
Wanting too a void
Axing the quest in
Who would halve me
Believe
Know
One
Wrote
The book
In my
Anything but stone
Nothing accept
Throwing multifarious dirt
At clay feat
As sum
Call me
A fool
Of epic portions
Too big to swallow
That is, whole
Left only
With unspeakable meanings
In weighs wanting
A that mounts to nothing
Right only
In a captivating holey warship
Without bail
In a without nurture
A watered down
Whirled view
That reigns on know won
With nothing too win
Oar lose
In awash
The impotent lored
Unable
Too even
No udder abandon
Wholly sown
Borne of the wind
Mysteriously yielding
Earthy harvests
Wile unaccounted for
As only seer
What ex-specter
Bared without
A shroud
Of evidence
Leaving no witnesses
And subjects unknown
To know a veil
Having awl ready
Punching holes in the heavens
The sores of professorial cosmo-logical blood
Shedding rare light
At least
Enough
Too read 's will
In a towering Babel on
Like stairing into the sun
And skywriting in Braille
Counting on Cain
To objectify
Like a bat out of
out
Of our census
Destined to be committed too
The most minimal theories passable
In firm in the phase of
Ever unfolding realty
Having
The tome of your
As if
Sum man you script
Published in determination
As know more than a mirror leaflet
To fig you're sufficient to cover
Such immaterial shame
And random glory
Whole to pass on
Such immanent domain
That writ largesse
Wading
One's hole
Fore a single letter
ward
Incomprehensible sentences
Terminally de-composing
The tree of know ledge
Turned too
Pulp
Fiction
For just
A taste of a lie berry
A free offering
For every scion 'tis
Enough
Too make blue bloods
Turn read
Anew page delivering
that is novel
In the of hearts

This somewhat epic poem is a playful romp and survey of , in the field of study of knowledge and justified belief.  How dreadful the truth can be when there is no hope in the truth. Sophocles quote SPIRITUAL BUTTONI am fascinated by the sores and limits of knowledge.  I am a skeptic of , delver into intuition, and humble admirer of profound inner that cannot be fully shared in words (even in ). I find the most profound truths to reek more of than dogmatism.  I find both a scrumptious tool and irresistible outcome in hanging out in the neighborhood of which is paradox.  If any of your well-worn beliefs or weighs of being feel skewered by my , then welcome to the of my unifying theory of sheesh kabob.  May your hopes outpace your , and may your root for .

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Hope Trumps Despair PEACE BUTTONEverything that is done in the world is done by hope -- Martin Luther King, Jr. BUTTONGot Dreams SPIRITUAL BUTTON

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