Chapter Sixty Nine: Derivatives

The poets have been mysteriously silent

on the subject of cheese.

Gilbert K. Chesterton

WwW

There was a crazy myth

As it has always been

About the tragedies reported

Contained in the many dreams

In the seriousness of life

One must look further

Within or without

The process evolves, continuosly

Into the container of sins

The flesh that holds the fragility

Of life, of spirit, of the tender soul

Truthfully divulged

In the fondness of thoughts

It begins to unfold

That all the evil hiding in the good

Is simply waiting to implode

Then:

The dreams become nightmares

Vividly renembered in its presence

But now, there was an even clearer view

The unlikely Waterbred Dragons

Trying to defend their own

From complete extinction

Of fatal death

As it flows, it moves

The fundamentals of derivative creatures

One might find himself deduced

To take one's opinion

On the many things

To be seen, to be felt

It must happen very quickly

But cautiously, too

That is most important

Though clearly flawed, as well

Yet, nothing shall compare

To the analysis of the good

The bad, the ugly

The structural view

Of miracles

Of the occult

The never ending resolve

To be careful in this attempt

A silent move must had sprung

From the experimentation

Of death to desperation

Then, cautiously

Life becomes a song

Whether Dragons evolved

From a lair of sins

A mythical illusion

Or not at all

From whatever opinion one might have

Good or bad

Evil or holy

Nothing else really matters

Or more importantly

A choice, a voice

But what must be found

Inside the enclosed

Wuthin the heart or the soul

The enveloped tenderness

Remain close

If the body and everything without

Conspires

The outside forces are then begone

If one cannot see

One fails to hear

And as the noise of the world

Amplifies the distraction

By little knowledge

Or severe ignorance

Misleading facts then developed

Unattainably illogical

A reversal

Inside the mirror

Of monsters, of dreams

Aspirations are deceived

The ignorant mind traverses the slope

To a million units of force

Expressed in newtons.

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