BELIEFS ABOUT MY BEING
People Who Use Insoluble Ambiguities
To Superficially Describe My Mind
Are Incapable Of Comprehending
The Essence Of Their Own Identities

Thos Who Attempt To Judge Me Precisely
By The Shifting Standards
They Have Deceitfully Set For Themselves
Will Never Accurately Understand
The Secret Side Of My Serious Self

Neither The Disciples Of Archeology
Nor The Honorable Experts On Ancient Manuscripts
Who Understand The Mysterious Inscriptions
On Bronze Age Vessels
Have Provided Me With Any Credible Evidence
That My Present Human Perspective
Is Completely Controlled
By My Mental Birth Marks
Or Is The Product Of My Imperceptible Past

Even The Conclusions Drawn Cautiously
About The Connections Between My Behavior
And My Cultural Conditioning
Are Colored By The Analytical Tools
Used By Mortal Men For Measuring
And Dissecting Living Subjects
Whose Creator Is Incomprehensible

Sorting Our Contradictory Sighs About Myself
From The Chauvinistic Observations
Carelessly Made By My Critics
Requires The Strength Of A Muscular Mind
Whose Sinews Have Been Woven Together With Wisdom
And Whose Ability To Think Deeply
Has The Reliability Of Natural Laws

The Serial Killers Of Objective Facts
About The Uniqueness Of My Character
Keep Trying To Persuade Themselves
That Their Beliefs About My Being
Are Based On Proven Principles

To Obtain A Laser Sharp Diagnosis Of Myself
And To Acquire A Clear Picture Of My Potentials
An Erudite Analyst
Must Be Able To Navigate
The Minefields Of My Imagination
Intimately Examine The Contents Of My Character
And Search The Outer Limits
Of My Long Spiritual Life