How We Assume
How We Assume
By Tony DeLorger © 2014
We assume too much, the lies we tell ourselves deluding,
and this my inner sanctum, strewn with assumptions,
like a battlefield, filled with death and feigning life,
spilt like blood from the vessel of truth.
Is it not my way to judge this atrocity,
but in recognition, the endless fronds of assumptions
lead to more truths undone, splayed in dissection,
with not a ounce of learning as outcome.
Why do we grasp non truths and shake them violently,
'til something falls away, something furnishes fruit,
even though it is shrivelled and dry, no life discernible,
just the shell of a fantasy, the only fruit of assumption.
Perhaps it is we, unable to know for sure,
that choose this course to satisfy our penchant for place and meaning,
so not to tax our scrambled brains, laden with overwhelming odds,
and buckling under the weight of expectations and appearances.
I know the truth serves only a valiant mind,
one strong enough to endure the barrage of inequity our ego's detest,
and deserved we must be for the universe to seed our minds,
push the boundaries of mere human reality.
Life is a testament to love, not intellect, not success,
but the ability of acceptance, and the kindness of sharing,
and in deed, the real visibility of character,
where assumptions are lost to definitive actions.
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