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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Friday, March 18, 2016

breathing room

the information is out there
just waiting to be discovered
but that is really just a pique
due to the flooding of all things information
the world awash with zeros and ones and zeros
we have such a finite time to search
to find
to learn
to discern
and no guide is reliable to teach
and no time is available to glean
we know that we will not attain the peak of the holy mountain
before time runs aground
we are not even sure such a place is reachable
or tangible
but you either climb the slope or succumb to it
although
even in climbing we eventually succumb
but I suppose that the higher you climb
the less dense the population
the easier it is to breath
even though we all know 
the percentage of oxygen is comparatively low

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