poemranker ::limits by crooked_smile

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Free verse № 122108

limits

Member since 2005 · Posted 20 Mar 2005 · 0 comments

thoughts tumble about my brain pulling me in every direction imaginable my mind is being stretched as I attempt to understand that which was not meant to be understood my puny futile human brain is churning its wheels tryting ot make sense of it all every theory put forth makes sense when I read it, even when it contradicts others I have agreed with in the past I've lost my voice in epistemological reasoning and my opinion in kierkiagards statemnts on religion everytime I turn the page the pressure builds as questions race across my mind like I'm on speed I think I might be actually going crazy this time I'm starthing to take Descartes and Plato a bit too seriously this time is what I'm writing really so detrimental to society? And is the hand I see writing really real?

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