Are You Smart?

Are You Smart?

I'm not cutting my hair
`til I know you don't care.
(and to respond you I dare!)

I'm driven to write
despite this late light
so I perchance may sleep.
Feeling flow so deep
there's no rising above...
dreams a snake-wise dove,
in doubting any security.

Mind allows no purity.
With issues for your sake
war on myself I make...
seeking of a million stars
(where spirit knows no bars)
to know my every thought.

For certainties fought,
there're countless others
I'd never call brothers
yet parts parcel of life.

Within any psyche's strife.
Knowing far too much
of things we can't touch
we oft ourselves're driven
to ponder knowledges given
from all and sundry sources.

And the conflict of forces,
between polarities of choice,
can even paralyze one's voice
as it often does one's mind.

If to myself I were kind,
I'd numb my overworked sense
(and call it time-off recompense)
yet that defies my honor.

My poetic mind'd be a goner
if defeat becomes knowledge.
Learning to avoid that edge...
thinking uses duller tools.

From mystic doings of fools,
through science method rules,
and ranging conceptions between,
I simply seek a golden mean
where feelings and ideas coexist.
On a harmony this must insist.

So were you teasing me?
Am I just another fool?
If you are always so free
you've broken your own rule.

Counterpoints are the seeds
that harmony in music needs.
Dialogue create a mental chord,
perfection of which is adored.

Are you as smart as I think?
Will you come to some brink...
or invest skills in your being?
Will we explore search's seeing...
or were our talks just a dream?

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