Under an empty firmament
A barbarous flare expels
Scenes of lucid emissions
Up above a tempestuous temple
A futile fear smolders
Dreams of permeable divisions
A fluctuation foreordained
Catechizes
Wisdom for the overtaken
An evolution of emphasis
Disburses from within
The dream's derivation
Material science
Burrows the shallowest graves
A mere measurement in self-avoidance
The carbon from a candle
I must acknowledge
I am not the intuition in my aim
In truth
I am the pattern I deny
A pattern with no use for an eye
I do not ask
Who will I become?
For I am the sincere beat of the drum
I do not ask
From where was I cast?
For my imagination came first not last
About the Creator
Jared Peet
Just a poet observing the patterns of existence.
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