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Dis Belief

If, in order to get from A
To B you choose to add a path
C, such that then there two paths be,
You willingly divide your will,
See? If you choose to lie, to be
Living in a dishonesty,
The tendency then will be ye
From you to a universe ye
Divide to be one of truth and
One you would have others see. Which
Is as much as to say you would
Have the universe existing
In some other way to that way
In which you collude to be so
Divided, willingly, from that
You’d truly will, were you honest
And still believed in yourself.

Author notes

1: It has been shown by neural scientists that the liar creates a significantly longer neuronal network of paths in the preparation for the speaking of a lie. This added dance of axonal cascadance is detectable by its subtle tells of delay and is relied on, in some ways, by officers of the law, most obviously in their looking out for nervousness and tics of the clockwork of muscle mouth’s for example.

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  • iloveyoualexa
    September 15
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    an interesting poem exploring things i didnt know, well done on the write and keep up the good work.

    had a feel of rudyard kiplings' IF well done

    my fave part

    Divided, willingly, from that
    You’d truly will, were you honest
    And still believed in yourself.
    • Master Anarchy
      September 15
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      My Father! Too Much In Formation?

      One tries to be as informative as one can.

      My father, absent as he were for the most part, and one does not lay any blame there for, once gave me a mounted copy of IF, which sat on my high shelf of stuff, along with a 5,000,000 year old rock from Tasmania and a classic picture of a circus clown, in my blue room, in my child hood.

      And what a wonderful song that is, "...now it's time to go to/my blue room..."

      CYa.

      MA.