Intelligence is the ultimate freedom
And I am burdened with shackles
Inslaved to entropy
Liquid dripped out of the orange turning green
Shriveling and atrophying
And the outcome is nothing pristine
Surrealism is not the case: but lacks of needed thought sure is presently bound
The chains form ever more, and the balls grow ever more heavy.
The polymorphalschimleverm devourers the host, rotting, digesting, and making liquid and weak.
The orange is growing greener and greener || the chained balls growing more heavy: will time ever be fair to falling tragedies?
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never be (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wanted to write a poem about Dada Daizenshuu, but found that I lacked the intelligence to understand Dada anymore, and I've never read the Daizenshuu. Dada Daizenshuu is a concept I came up with that I would love to explore, but how can I when I lack the education, and have lost the intelligence to understand its building blocks?
- Category: Reflection
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