Ben Clark - Idea

Whose idea was this?
to print bold on a page clean?
Ruin a quart of paper to explain the meddling we have of need.
Seem no sense in telling one what will the other sees.
Because in ourselves we carry the confidence of lust,
and the strength of another

The bindings, she holds, like bread to butter.

Whose idea was this?
Some primordial flesh?
Carving the likes and dislikes of the sad, prehistoric life? Rather he claimed ignorance in fear, and in self-published strife, gained manhood by licensed death

of innocence,

at point knife.



Whose idea was this? (Neither you nor I) , but merely the evolution of pasted blather over centuries of insistent pride. Because in reality, we have neither grown nor strengthened, but decayed, in the image of the eye.


Whose idea was this? Hauntingly, you and I.

Ben Clark

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