I digress from my desperation, indignation, self pitying hostile communication,
Because the truth is no confirmation will be found in an accusation of false representation,
This may sound like a bout of confusion, clutter, or contradiction, and believe me it is.
My hesitation for the predication of my former inspiration has left me doubting all my idealization, justification, and meditation,
The ramification for my gravitation toward simplification has led to utter, dismal, devastation
And now I search for a parallel gratification that will bring my emancipation from such agitation,
I know it can’t be found through the boredom of stagnation, subordination before a delegation, corporation, or congregation,
Nor from masturbation, senseless procreation, the membership of an amalgamated organization,
Hallucination, experimentation, or fragmentation,
But only through evaluation, jubilation, and improvisation will I remember the revelation
That life is all about the journey,
Rather than the destination.
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