Dykotomy You can say I don't pick roses, you can say I don't chew clove, you might never know who's chosen 'til they've come upon the close Secret power not divulging deep inside the mind is bulging who can say it's just a notion who can know it's all a potion Inside, light from dark emerges, spawned in distant fiery urges, with their eyes they do not witness, presently, they will forget this iron eyes and iron vices, will not perceive the coming crisis, they sometimes hear, but seldom listen truth from their mind will never glisten Prophetic Poetry: spun in the mind, of Crazy G. Kuklinski, & The Spiritual Einstein.