In In Out

In is the opposite of out, but is it really; what isn’t?, cept perspectives and possibilities undiscovered, against the grain of pressure–who shall dive and dig for such unbeknownst treasures; then elevate back up through extreme measures, only to be short changed by haters, corporate gangsters and thugs in robes & blazers, trust and believe–from the days of eat the Apple Eve to currently, when it comes to currency–it’s always gang gang on Wall Streets, CEOs built the blocks that you block from building, oh ye wretched fruits of crooked trees of children’s children, when will thou stretch out thy understanding forth and touch the Sun’s Vision, Season after Seasons, reasoning after reasonings, take a stance, get off the fence, stop painting the wall, tile the floor then get up and dance, to be Frank–aren’t you tired of your emotion’s governance?, can’t you see that you’re neither in or out when you are Existence. Selah

A: Poetry By: Randy P.

“In In Out” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2019, All Rights Reserved

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