Of Unknown Origin

My man, Slim 

Pinched in the pen

for liberating Mexicans.

How can mortal men

claim illegal aliens?

On land foreign to them

Outsiders of Their Own

Native Origin

 

Unknown Now Was Once Known Then

History's Recycling Time Machine

run by an Exotic Entity

Within the Matrices of a Simulation

Racing to Reset the OmniUnivercity

 

Highly Anticipating Stimulation

Within a Great Nation for Generations

Persian Sands of Moments

Leaving Me Behind

Like my Present Son

 

Unborn futures are never won.

A Golden Prodigy of the Sun

I'm working hard, stressing funds.

Need to get smarter.

Building accounts, so hopefully

One day, I'm paid enough

To build Trusts in

My Faith, Family, and Fun

 

The Legacy is never done.

But typically, I foresee

Statistically averaged outcomes

Origination Fees, Stop, Please

In- & ex- ternally for eternity

committed to continuous innovation

Vain Ideations to outpace

An Infinity Game of Zero Sums

 

Standing synchronically still

As we scale new hills, we must fulfill

the Call of the Commission

In full submission of the mission

For the Triune Legend was Never One

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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