A blank verse for Kurt

Hey Kurt,

the world is filled with cowards,

tis a bitter truth, they say,

but what is cowardice?

i would like to know,

and what is prudence?

where do the two merge,

where do they diverge,

that subtle question affronts us;

but alas, we are mostly unaware,

as layer upon layer of emotion,

leads us here and there,

alas, we know not where,

because the larger picture,

even if one is there,

is hidden under these layers,

as abstract as prayers,

and as precise as well;

sometimes it coerces,

somewhere it disrupts,

but all these are concepts,

that we know not off,

and so we believe,

whatever catches our fancy,

out of whatever is prevailant in society,

"and so it goes......",

as your time traveler once said,

the world moves on,

and we with it;

but the gift of prophecy!

is that not the gift of life?

to predict the chaos,

and to hold back entropy,

that is what the mind is it seems,

a pinnacle of balanced chaos,

a true anti dark-side force,

real life of-course,

that some call a life force,

others a universe;

a weird place where infinities collide,

and merge from within the abstract,

to form mayhaps a mandelbrot set,

within a Riemann sphere of possibilities;

whatever the fuck this is,

it does feel good to feel,

and for a dork like Dada,

that is enough;

A. Z. Dada •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

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