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Mobile Omnibus
Mobile Omnibus
Mobile Omnibus
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Mobile Omnibus

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Mobile Omnibus is an episodic account of a perception in an exploratory state. Its point cant be found by anyone but you. It was made for no other reason than itself. You take it from there, if it does anything for you.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherAuthorHouse
Release dateAug 4, 2011
ISBN9781463431167
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    Mobile Omnibus - Michael J. Hetzler

    Seeing and Not Believing

    I opened my eyes to a world that was frozen.

    And it hurt to look on, for I viewed it as poison.

    For the people I saw couldn’t see the refraction

    Of a militant light that could be bent into sequence.

    And they wouldn’t explain, so I couldn’t believe them.

    And it pained me to think ‘cause my voice wasn’t chosen.

    I had just wanted to unveil to them a way that was open.

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    81st and 82nd

    Or

    The Trails of Intention

    I saw you, I know I did, yesterday.

    You were so elusive,

    Standing in front of the crowd,

    Waiting for the light to change to the walk sign so you could cross the street.

    I was in the very back of the congregation,

    Ravenous as Caesar or Bonaparte.

    I followed you for many streets,

    But as I did, something peculiar happened.

    As I tried to catch up to you so I could finally have you in my grasp,

    You started walking more quickly away from me.

    I started to run, but you always remained one street ahead.

    It soon became apparent that the faster I ran, the farther up ahead you’d be.

    Now you’re so far away that your image has faded entirely,

    And I’ve forgotten why I was even pursuing you in the first place.

    I have to stop dying in my tracks,

    And choose this—spontaneous new direction.

    I turn away with conviction, but not without question:

    "Were you, too, following something that day,

    At your own pace,

    In your own unique way?"

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    The Pursuit of Singularity

    Or

    Rhetoric for the Reachers

    It can’t be love if you can’t hold up a finger.

    Like sedition, which is indicative of

    A perceptive passion

    That won’t accept denial’s diffidence,

    But, rather, holds steadfastly in all of its confidence

    Rejecting all objectors who make attempts at its decadence.

    Confinement, to the Reachers, is the worst of all consequence.

    But the best of ourselves may surely be won,

    Our spirits aren’t doomed to obsolescence.

    Please hear me now:

    The ones who are able to capture The Surge

    Will shock themselves out of their usual current.

    For they will then be able to easily see

    Their way through Communal Virtue’s fallacy.

    Thus personalizing reality,

    On a pursuit of singularity.

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    Interconnected Projections

    It’s hard to remember you are different from another

    When you’re so similar in expression, thought process, and guise.

    And your vitality depends upon all the same resources,

    Yet you’re leading such vastly different lives.

    You both picked the apples you saw and ate them.

    For you both have a hunger that requires abatement.

    But one of you always chooses to confront this.

    And one of you can always keep it waiting.

    Different destinations arising

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