The Mind - Poem by Charles Mei
Is it possible for an organism designed without tissue
Exhibit such diversity?
Speaking without a mouth the conversational issue
Uttered much complexity
Whilst paying much attention to the matter at hand
What may the big question be?
With finger on bottom lip the quizzer does stand
If not for now, for eternity
The reader tries to configure this mechanism useful
In some instances shows no dignity
As a tool that could be sharpened by the tongue of an elder
Could prove useless, due to uncertainty?
This display of swaying rhythm seems testimony to fact
Fact of multifaceted energy
Mobile as if gained momentum exact
By a non-existent synergy
“But if it were not for mine self who holds captive
the muted King of Liturgy,
The Mind shall just be yet another wondering chapter
Of the Unspoken Prophesy.”
Words expressed by Thought’s moment of truth
Seek justice as do the waves of the sea
When awakening the texture of rocks failed by youth
The Mind seems closer to me.
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