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LXVI
It is said
Friends are actual enemies
Locked in competition
To out-pace the other
Secret joy witness'n
The other's misfortune
Peers in merit
Often to courage to continue
Those that bear one farther
Down a course
Than one would do so alone
_
A Ranger
Able to survive in an environment
Better than its denizens
Some ideas
Too dangerous to do so alone
My ideas
Too dangerous
For the company of others
_
None with electric connection
To bind our energies
A neutral fog pass'n thru
The mass of humanity
To stranger
As stranger
I gaze at this generation
All those around me
As one friend
With many faces
.
.
.
To bark
The sound of one
Express'n themself all-out
A call to
Public competition
Obnxious to most
Tho most rarely have merit
From which to boast
.
.
.
Funky Coefficents
Exist in the
Mathematics of Reality
Certain results
In sole favor
Of the interest
Of the individual
We all embody that Concept
In our own form
In the end at death
It all don't matter too much
Afterlife?
I'm concerned
Only with the Day
If I persist to exist
Then I'll work up a ruckus
If It an obliterated nothingness
I am weary in need of sleep
.
.
.
If this hit
Helps me have a good time
Well I'll access what is available
To get me thru the day
My chi
Sublime in the form
Of a blazed vapor
There have always
Been two in my head
What a welcome
To have a third entirely Alien
.
.
.