If not broken, then what are we always fixing?
Perhaps it is the process, we like comfort in ritual,
Need for the spiritual to be explained and made,
Clear to all the mundane who find such easy truth,
In anything, everything in print or broadcast,
Permanence lies in moments...even past breaks fast,
I remain a question, about you...
Such science encapsulates, rarely alleviates yearning,
What of the wonder that is hunger?
Satisfaction completes, perhaps..
What a horrible mistake this notion of awake,
That we are all caught asleep in....
Why do you? How high are the stakes?

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"QUOD ME NUTRIT, ME DESTRUIT--AUT VINCERE AUT MORI"

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