2004-01-22 - non-density
we are only in the early birth pangs
of what will come to be the day the earth clangs
with microwaving energy
and red shift dopplar frequency
toward the black hole in the sea of empty space
for we approach no vacancy no parking place
in fact the flesh becomes a fever in the face
of an album which inverts the timeline trace
and the argument won't matter anymore
Leno's monologue will melt on the stage floor
and the time will draw the valley of decision
as conquistadors compete for their division
intensity it escalates
inventions sieze and excavate
digging in for one big final clash
global gangters at the table with their cash
all the moguls and their future wishbone ash
trading gifts to celebrate their hurricane bash
but you and I don't have to suck into that frenzy
we'll hold the hand of little children in the end see
we'll tiptoe up into the Garden of the Olives
and we will sing of windswept amnesty and college
in sweet devotion to the monologue that follows
the great producer who disguises all our vowels
in a secret code of language
that escapes the load of anguish
and uplifts us to the new earth of the ages
the no mean city only referenced by the sages
so far beyond the brutish adjectives on pages
this sanctuary far away from warriors' rages
so unforseeable, so far beyond discription
this is the promise on the signet ring inscription
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