Higher than being and yet still sober

Complete peace in the face of insanity

A living dichotomy

Wrapped inside the mystery of a double edged sword

Who holds the keys to darkness if they are holding the keys

The keys, holding them, and a sense of neutrality has them seized

No, death and death are not capable of owning each other

And believing in myself to rise above myself

Is a logic puzzle of a whole other

Please.  As if I was truly capable of anything

When since the day I was born I was breast-feeding

Not even capable of choosing my own food

Please.  Believe in myself.  Ridiculous

Because it is the brains who are full of non self which achieve the most

Nothing metaphysical just a practical arrangement of space

Just as absence of feeling is the opposite of love

Not paying attention to self is not self destruction

Or a lack of self care

There are those who rightfully choose

To not, believe in themselves, but rather in the power of God

And the weaknesses I have do not drum themselves up

For they can’t, just as metaphors are never made in and out of themselves

I make them to make the poetry make sense

Obviously. But I don’t believe in myself.  No, I believe in Jesus- in God and know that is the only reason I can sing

Sing 15 poems and jump into a marathon already running.

Even evolutionists can recognize that evolutionary advances only adapted over time based on external conditions

Survival of the fittest

And yet when faced with the external conditions of eternity, human depravity, and the inadequacy of savings oneself – very rare to find a fit

Humanity actually thinks it is surviving.