Excessive esoterics.
Privately kept.
Within limits expressed,
Between those with similar pursuits...
And interests done to choose and do,
Exclusively amongst a few...
May provide some with that kept comfort zone.
Yet the excessiveness of it done exclusively,
Leaves those more diverse and prepared...
For a world ever changing.
Expanding to broaden once confined minds,
Becoming more conscious of restrictions.
With them found dissolving from definitions.
And situations limits permit.
More are awakening seeking to communicate,
On simple, direct and basic levels.
To understood and comprehend,
How worthless pretense and impressions made...
With them done to welcome and prioritize,
Is a waste of time lived just to throw away.
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