Intellect
is the sum of defined equations,
tested
and firmly resolved,
yet,
subjective to challenge,
born of circumstance,
though challenge
is subject to defeat.
So it is
with such contemplation,
I stand conquered,
slain,
by the mind's victory,
wisdom bleeding
in empty hands
with a fistful of ammunition,
ablaze,
at my feet.
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