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Pharmakon

Who says that words are always truth,
If only the fool listening to his favorite sooth,
For as I read more into text,
The more and more it seems layered in context,
For now, the historicity is of highest order,
Yet in the past it measure was barely concerned by intellect hoarder,

For the image given is always framed,
In an anachronism for point to be gained,
Then why listen to any text in plain,
Are we watching a long drama of the old sage’s personal bias to contain?
Many would find the learned insane if dipping toe they had this disclaimed!

Yet beautiful from Greece and Egypt it was held,
That from its creation it was two hands double dealt,
That memory so fickle to the witness’s life,
Could be laid down in script in a state of strife,
In writing only, half of playing mechanisms are held,
As in almost any event two perspectives can be compelled,

Then the Hermeticists start unravelling insight,
From magic the concept of writing breathed life,
To inform the world from a single side,
That even in Greek word shows its duality in ride,
Is it a great medicine to Entropy’s crushing forgetful mind?
Or a poison to hold mask to the illiterate on the other side in kind?

I hold no ego to say that my beliefs could unravel in a day,
Yet from that mentality all roads of insight become a minefield on which we play,
However more truth in that could rule the ideas in which we stay,
And decimate the oral actions of a continual mainstay,
I often wondered why the Celtic peoples and the tribes all over the world felt,
That writing would rob wisdom of its meaning and hold it hostage on a shelf,
To option for verbal passing to hold onto the great lessons,
For isn’t it when hearing argument put in display gave reason to traditions of plays of passions?

For meaning heeds no man’s ears without a sequence,
A ruling script that has dominated since hunting and drawing on walls as resource,

Then a greater question from the Imhotep’s of the world to Newton,
If they seem aware in the mystery traditions of this duplicitous action,
Well,
Is this possibly the greatest of any and all spells ever done?
Now that we live inside a world where words hold us under control and can be spun,
And ironically information divides minds into political hostage situations,
And even more so I am writing this in my countries own tongues,
Then maybe the geniuses of the past have imprinted more than can ever be undone…

For His-Story often fragments when new context becomes withheld,
And ever changing the new minds run at the new novelty from detail,

Then we are its disciples chasing the world serpent from head to tail,
Never realizing he swallowed it as soon as the words wrote that which the world now all beheld…


The great snake used to only encircle single minds,
Now his scales hold entire cultures and nations in his bind…

Maybe that’s why it’s so easy from so many different angles to see it as an end time,
Yet time keeps marching and the hydra keeps sprouting heads from dissecting new finds…

The Ouroboros is as much a help as a bind…
For infinity is always waiting when new conditions and diction change so many hard lines…





Sean Stutzman