One, as one, and another one, then on the horizon, alone standing on the sands of forever, never being part of others, alone to sit, write on the sand symbols in the unknown thought that burdens as an afterthought. 

Trapped in one, the body so strange as one walking thereof in open space, no culture to belong to, yet of all cultures, is there no other way in reality forms, as the popular media has made its path for all of us? 

 Seeing the open path as one’s destination to climb up the gates of knowing oneself, seeking the elder self comprehended as an individual path beyond previous tortured years. 

 A south gate unbarred sworn as a gust the interim of avenues past, it’s an anger that soars into the net of a subjugation, burnt souls toiled in ones twilight of betwixt of none faded. 

  Fourth of words of more confusion entangled, the multitude of talking heads on video tubes where too many avenues are flayed, words and philosophy peeled to find nothing intuitive. 

 False lies at the gate, an individual pathway torn away, social media branching to dead ends, layers of falsehoods born, buried under strata, one’s true path submerged to brought to the surface, and finally, the gates of truth against the false advertisements. 

 Dislodged talking heads in the social media quagmire, trumped-up stories, and the emergence of diseased minds on pages of spanned exaggerations that seep into pages of textbooks as cancerous forms leaked out of the books to spread more cancer of hate. 

A cancerous stain spreads on the intertwined cloth of society in transition, its entwined roots unraveled, thrown to confusion in its orientation in terminologies. Who knew the indoctrinations that chipped the internal organs of Earth’s methodical balances and twisted the thoughts of newborns into robots upon the roots of the cradle? 

Inflexible methodical scratches on walls proselytized the prostituted notes, roaming to undo the foundations of free inquiry into the minds of the forbidden fruit tree of the society of learning held in bondage and not in the pursuit of the learned. 

When confusion reigned as the king of chaos held court, those men who only said yes rarely disagreed with learning what was out there in the interim, unchained from the prisons of the time, released in unstoppable tsunami words of realities rein.