Complexity
Life ain’t no duality, baby.
Its a plurality multiplied;
Stultified minds may try to petrify
That fluidity these thoughts engender.
Shit, you can call me the bender,
Because I dance around these Partials like I was a vendor,
Of sound wisdom, I found wisdom,
Lurking behind the curtains of basic mindsets.
With my mind set on the spoils within His tight palms,
I pledged alms, or pledged allegiance
To the cadence of His knuckles,
Because boy did he beat me.
Boy did he meet me in a place of necessary action,
His satisfaction was watching me bleed.
But every drop shed was exactly what I would need;
I was freed from the limits of the dyad,
I had, found something like a Sacred Triad,
Me, my perception, and the universe.
If that isn’t plural then I don’t know what is.
If that ain’t the mural, then this tapestry just is,
A patchwork of hack work and I ain’t interested in it kid.