John Charley
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where,
what grows, it's not it
experience refracts
away, and draw the image through
as blindness identifies everywere
faces away, and widely they give;
no one can do well of this from there;
where mountains are tallest than brain
where dreams are shallow than slumber
sweat so wider than thought.
Places of the capitalist mind
colonials of the tiniest prospectus
everything to then; somewhere is stolen
mind, and all what can think.
none can do this from nowhere
just because it's you
what can think beyond your hair
if nothing is done, to be done by trying
then everything this about betrays;
stolen, written everywhere
just because it's you...
indifference highly entrenches.
but what grows, and out from dump
is minding, that thinks to better itself.
©️ john charley
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