equality 11/4/17

equality is as much a lure to the mind’s eye as perfection.

maybe they are somehow related

in that they may come from the womb of cognition.

maybe from the same gene pool, at least.

yet neither truly exist

as long as time is a working index

and conclusions exists as the pranks of time.

equality is only a self-reflective mirror

about one’s observations in a summary cast.

equality is not an operative

but more so a plead of distress

about method and motive

and personal operative means.

it is a fallacy of comparative truth

in its most functional but obscene posture.

it is a blood-letting of the consciousness of self

for falsely identifying by obvious appearances.

the complexity of being and circumstance

do not make plain explanatory.

truth is not available for words.

equality proposed is a 3-card-monte of the mind.

it is a riddle of perspective, gone local.

however big the picture,

problematic does not yield a sense of equality

as a solution and solutions always suffer in time.

equality sounds like an applied gaming strategy,

some thing with a frame of reference

that makes plain answers seem like it all resolves.

it makes hypothetical cause rendered as addressable.

equality is so much a sidebar rendering.

even as the most intellectual pursuit,

a mountainous pomposity results

from in-depth analysis and subsequent calculations.

equality wants the dignity of a freeze-frame solution

in order to free up the mind of pursuit.

it is a value laden Sisyphus of activity,

caught in a time-bind of limited announcement.

equality is a make-plain of what is a complex dance.

beauty and equality suffer from the same fate,

for they only live in the eyes of the beholder

as superficiality is over advertised by sensory intake

and for real dwells below, beneath and behind

are hardly recognizable in any sense of equity terms.

it is a curse of self-consciousness to intrude but it does.

destiny, fate, calling, providence live an intelligence

beyond equality’s grasp and cognition’s grip.

the blessedness of being, acts out of oneness.

spirit is more than just elevated enterprise

that we leverage separatism upon each other,

is more the call and the disparity that feelings have.

equality is but a mind game of cognitive righteousness

that will hemorrhage of its own accord .

give me face to face, eye to eye.

some will function as teachers, messengers or guides,

others a bystanders, still others as vacancies or props,

all after they same goal.

but such a greased pole of conscious existence to climb.

equality, is plagued by not enough

of an in depth dimensional grasp

of the secret agenda behind living it alive,

to make plane as a worthy solution . . .