Clear Intentions Efface Duplicity ~ Monday, January 12, 2026

Call it whatever, call it what you want
leave me out of this, just leave me alone
enlightenment, is that what you call this
achieve uncertain objectives, you flaunt
real life as a beautiful distraction

in transparency, give the dog a bone
nothing but bliss to touch within your kiss
time and again, I seek to end this game
empty illusions full of attraction
nothing lost, nothing gained but platitudes
traffic blocks certainty without a doubt
in this world, within certain attitudes
observed by others, water from a spout
nothing left to understand but my name
simple, a task for dull knives to make sharp
empirical insights uncover lies
foster a community based on hope
foster the team to observe the prime goal
answer an inquiry with a disguise
cover your face from disease with a mask
enlightenment, just hang on to the rope

delusions appear with a lump of coal
understand nothing, nothing to observe
picture a world without color, you ask
like a child, how this could be possible
imagine you could change with just your mind
creative hurdles made impossible
intuition guides the mole rats born blind
turn this way and that, as we try to swerve
yesterday, I spoke to a golden carp

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