Intrinsic

brick brickwall brickwork cement

It’s solid; something to lean against, 

a respite from the mechanical whoosh across my back.

It turns the corner; real, meaning, justice, away from the parade, something like,

truth.

It’s not in the reasoning part on the spongy surface, or further down to the calcified intellect, or even deeper to the wet-walled soul, but further.

It doesn’t look at me like, why. 

Like I don’t know, how could I.

It shows up.

It clarifies and clarifies:

You can always change your frame of mind.

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“We stopped looking for monsters under our bed when we realized that they were inside us.” —Charles Darwin

 

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