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THE PUREST KNOWLEDGE by Lyon Brave


THE PUREST KNOWLEDGE

Is preparing us for the day we die.
I understand it’s a gorgeous day outside.

Change is not an illusion.
The basic substance is water.
Opposites create each other.

We start chained in this cave facing forward.
Some turn around so something new can exist.

Potential energy is a battery. 
There are no absolutes. In theory
this is a guess or leap of faith.

We all face the same issues
an increase of population. 

Return home through the aid of others.
Our enemies are close and swear to take revenge.
This is the same dialect as the ancient Greeks. 

It is the right of an individual to reject society.
The trick is to be carefree and wise.

 

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things. T. S. Eliot

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