Dykotomy
Dykotomy
You can say I don't pick roses,
you can say I don't chew clove,
you might never know who's chosen
'til they've come upon the close
Secret power not divulging
deep inside the mind is bulging
who can say it's just a notion
who can know it's all a potion
Inside, light from dark emerges,
spawned in distant fiery urges,
with their eyes they do not witness,
presently, they will forget this
iron eyes and iron vices,
will not perceive the coming crisis,
they sometimes hear, but seldom listen
truth from their mind will never glisten
Prophetic Poetry: spun in the mind,
of Crazy G. Kuklinski,
& The Spiritual Einstein.
