self checkmate

Our dark is guilt free across the prayer rug
Since much meanness in both day or night
A difference of lightening to the lighten bug
Their ancient son of sorrow to spectral light...

Fools will often jive of self make believe
Spreading the sheet across a minded sky
While always dropping a sick selfish beat
Then making you dance upon their line...

Baa baa soul sheep going to the sunken place
Seeking the new machine to play their music
A drawer full of drawers with underwear lace
They melt your will with word magic inducive...

As the ethics twist like an old vengeance
Pouring the personality of a dry drunk
Seeming the proponents of acceptance
Never get around to practice it much...

So nothing but a change in whose ox is gourd
A tale fraught with danger and Vernian trotter
Crossing mind energy across their chessboard
Could break the state of the art, if it held water...
 
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Then to both spiritual ends
An equal point thus between
The objective and subjective
As the pathway divinity seems...