Roundabout

Roundabout

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet
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written in December '23

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can you be concise?

can you express yourself

under a specified limit?

 

yes…no…maybe so?

 

is this readable, legible?

is this knowable, intelligible?

 

I think so, and I assume

you think so…

 

why is the divine needed for that?

why is special pleading necessary?

 

humans have brains that can

process images and sounds

into information so this

explanation is focused, clean

and razor sharp

 

does there need to be

a statement saying a god

turned the key as if existence

is a wind-up toy?

 

are you and I losing sleep over that?

 

if you are, you are far better than I

 

the saw of the simplest explanation

came from a medieval scholar, so the

challengers have a point even if it’s due

to historical happenstance

 

you read it, you know it, you live it

and it doesn’t need to be harder than that

 

invoking the divine is extra steps

of needless, of pointless,

of senseless, of worthless

 

driving through a roundabout

multiple times for s***s and giggles

is more valid than the existence of a

timeless, spaceless, disembodied mind

 

Russian doll, anyone?

 

© 2025 Kenneth The Poet


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Yes Kenneth. I did enjoy. You question many things and left me with some answers.
"driving through a roundabout
multiple times for s***s and giggles
is more valid than the existence of a
timeless, spaceless, disembodied mind"
Here in Michigan. We have the six way stops. Like a rolling coaster. I try not to listen to the media. Can't find any honest words. Thank you, my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

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Kenneth The Poet

1 Month Ago

thanks old friend

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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..