Hunt Poem by Kewayne Wadley

It is a capital mistake.
The complication of society.
In light of that it hunts.
Organizing in order what it needs most.
The truth behind the facade.
Capable of generally finding efficiency.
The day to day activity.
Proposing that observation leads to theory.
The theory that we condense ourselves.
Cross referencing what we fantasize most.
Missing what's crucial.
The accuracy of happiness.
To divide the click each heart counts as employed.
Potential leads by example.
Example is to assume that everything is fine.

 

Conceiving the handshake committed by eyes.
Holding on too long.
The receptors which creates the fantasy it self hunts.
The twist that it has no control over what it desires.
The brain deducts.
The heart readjusts.
The application of selfishness as a thick cream.
Finely polished.
Delegating action to follow, chase, lead.
With a less strict resolution.
Singularly it hunts until all needs are met.
Intuition can be wrong.
Bringing to life things that have been experienced.
The calculations of the hunt are misfired.
More cream is applied.
The heart prioritizes only what it wants.
Logic not being the solution