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  My life as a poem, part three Digitally Transfiguring IT THINKS MY MIND Belief has been organised My sicken mindset In my haste to make common sense Everything seemed under control I, as a serpent But where does identity begin and entity end Deep within, where my monster resides My need for a showcase My need for surprise My need to embellish My guild to build faith I, mirroring society  I, rethinking the ordinary I, self-sealing in theory, evidence and belief Poetry Genre:  Nihilist, dark ambient, industrial, avant-garde. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett, is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via  YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to ...

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Seymour Standing under a Tree, 1859
Whistler, James McNeill
American, 1834 - 1903

In all relationships, there is a need to admire.
Whether in your family or whether in your place, stop and admire.
Who you are and what you have become.

In transience enjoy the spectre of admiration.
Enjoy the dread of mortality.
Enjoy the sense of self-passing.
Enjoy your individual acts. 
They are short in time.
Admire your shortened moments.
In space that lingers.

Within your key constructs of your inner-self.
There is time to self-evaluate and self-praise.
In this short time build your own sense of self-worth.

Are you able to predict your condition?
Are you able to restore your own behaviour?
Are you the property  owner of your oneself?
Are you the object of your environment?
Are you the inhabitant of your condition?
Are you in control of your laboratory?

Stand within your problem.
Orientate to recognise your placed within this transient realm.
And in preparation of once gone, prepare your spectre.

Are your spectre's windows transparent?
Are your ceilings high and blue?
Do your doors open and close?
Are your partitions understood?
Are your secrets defensible?
Were you in cognitive control?







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