Artificial
Proverbs 6:9 New King James Version (NKJV)
9 How long will you slumber, O sluggard?
When will you rise from your sleep?
Here I am ... all intact ... with a mind in search of originality
Pen in hand ... just a fact ... in clandestine partiality
Once a beggar ... now a prince ... on a throne in servant’s quarters
In search of truth ... to make amends ... for failures to define the hereafter
Artificial light ... to make me see ... as darkness still rules the outside
Without right ... just a constant plea ... to get to observe the inside
Circular motion ... straight ahead ... How to avoid disaster?
Maybe I know ... go back to bed ... to let that be the master
Jan Wienen
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