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Forgive Me
Forgive me if I'm overwhelmed
by a world that has no bounds
except those set by zealot fools
imagining limits are their tools
this is a right unto itself
until the measure is expressed
as the weave that must enclose
the whole beyond their control
those boxes made of dogma's thread
spun from fears and things they dread
perception chokes at these restraints
when reality's breath is at stake
containers set to hold a faith
exact a toil by their constraints
forgive me if I seek much more
there is a world to be explored.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200123.
by a world that has no bounds
except those set by zealot fools
imagining limits are their tools
this is a right unto itself
until the measure is expressed
as the weave that must enclose
the whole beyond their control
those boxes made of dogma's thread
spun from fears and things they dread
perception chokes at these restraints
when reality's breath is at stake
containers set to hold a faith
exact a toil by their constraints
forgive me if I seek much more
there is a world to be explored.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200123.
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