Analysis of Mime speak

Gazing at my life
from an obscure vantage point,

Where, it’s as if i see myself
as someone else might

Looking through the mists
my only reference point

Entwined, with others
in an evolving state

Of converging views of reality

On a course,
at best, with indeterminate cues

Navigating by means
lost in the wind and time

Within my mind, a personal realm
Where tasked to engineer the clearest reception

If, not only my perceptions
of simple truths

And reflections
shadows of certainty and doubt

Raised, by  
other potential entities,

Affected by my course
in choices And perspectives

of inertial guidance
Of future primitive design

Knowing as if blind,

answers to questions
Not yet asked,

still, found at the periphery
Where imagination touches reality

Leaving myself
with an imprint of design,

Which defies logic
Not, just without a plan

Each step written freehand

To wander, beyond
the demand of the knowing

To venture
into the known, inclined,

About the axis of all that’s central
to a universal stream as it flows

about us its position, uncharted
Yet, goes everywhere

we might ever dream to be
In the unknown focused, perhaps

On some far distant place
We cannot know with these limited shells

Of energetic auras which we possess
But for a moment

save, going to the well of souls
somewhere beyond the reach of time

perhaps within a star,
with the i Dream

While others watch
and see us floundering

By the nature of our presence
Emanate an aura about ourselves,

Written into The faces of ones Like us
Readings of a clock, pulsations of energy

expressed in heartbeats
within changing tides,

As we drift, awhile
Following its current

Sensing awareness
besides our own

Whether, or not in use
a supreme entity

We are clearly not alone
We have one another

Perhaps, following
an odd set of circumstances

Something we might call humanity
Allowed intelligence to be a separate view

For us human beings to pursue
With a preferential ceding of life's necessities,

Discerning needs from wants
Only when it suits our present calling

All, while falling into a deeper well
Where we cling to a portion of

A reality of ever changing planes of being
Continuously in the process

Realigned almost as if, half existing,
Completely between the lines

Of a world which becomes
 of what we make it

Of spiritual significance,
by practical design,

Relativity, of dimensions
which cross paths?

In ways beyond
insight seen,

through this brief sojourn,
of a continuum of lifetimes

Finding, too often
the particles of what matters?

To us scattered

our inheritance, abandoned
In the lost and found

a sense of order
Bound in promises

of gradually evolving
Interventions, our intentions

All, but clear, and so

As we, gather
in our collective mind

As if, rehearsed
and sign, to one another

As if, we were forbidden
by the supreme authority

To speak on this matter
of grave importance

To us, all
lost and confused because,

those of us taken by the illusion
are few and far between

And those
who cannot perform?

By false pretense
energies are spent

Our calculations
done, concluding,

We are only
skipping stones

Over the mass graves
and broken bones

Where those spoken words
led us to war

About the
very same things,

We most
lacked

and by,
not questioning

The motives of those

we supposed, best knew
The answers

only to find,
they too, lacked

Access to underlying principles

(Knowing, just the facts)

They were not the directors
Only the dancers

By whose authority
in the only means

Of thought imaginable
to the ends

Which must be achieved

We must be led
To Act

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