The Dead Of Night Poem by Jeremy Horsford

The daily riddle awakens me. I begin with the same question, 'Who am I'? Defined by a name for the simple reason of identification, but yet still no clarity.


The riddle takes me back to my last thoughts; The system versus The purpose(x) . The necessity of distraction(v) , the economics behind population controls(v) , the aging mechanism(v) , war(v) , belief systems(v) , finite resources(v) , interstellar exploration(v) , the road map to unearth the constant(x) .

There are many identifiable variables(v) , but just one constant(x) . The constant(x) is the driver, the constant(x) is the riddle.

I stare into the abyss that is my mind searching for more variables(v) to reduce the variance and the constant stares back at me shrouded in mystery.

I fall asleep and the riddle is yet again unanswered.