If you could even generate an idea; now there’s
an enigma, thinking that you actually control the
production of being fertile imaginatively is more
egocentrism than common-sense - but you can
almost get used to it; when dice roll and you’ve
picked it right there’s a feeling of omnipotence -
so who’s idea’s that; no, not yours, its th’ game
master who’s the winner there - as per diem
We’re well clear of any reasoning and merely a
part of sequences too complex, or far-reaching
to be able to understand; connections between
the plan, and where we dream up an idea, rear
up laughing with hysteria - bemused at why we
can think what we’re thinking’s our own idea
© 30 March 2015, I. D. Carswell
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