I question in ways when papered to word
That pleasure the days to measures unheard

I come to realize an invention that lies
In desires of fires for thought
Enters the mind in an entropy kind
Of way to brake thought to a rot
So fixin the wheel and findin a feel
For questions yet to be sought
The answer may lay in an inventive way
Inside of a mind to be taught

To guess of the mess why patterning bests
Suits the riddles of me
Inventing intent of thought pattern bent
Riddle my question to be

Paul Moosberg

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