2004-09-06 - mechinisitic citizen
it may not seem surreal to me
though life is fraught with mystery
I often think of what could be
were providence not my home
this swirl of cloudlike density
a whirl of sequence meant to be
quite different in propensity
should governed forces rome
and soon the groan of nature will be quelled
as every outlaw planting shall be felled
the pain of intense labor shall give birth
and there will be new heavens and new earth
as convolution, revolution, evolution churns
and time evaporates the space inwhich desire burns
what fate cannot foretell is the con of fools and sages
as one cries in the wilderness ghost writing on the pages
repent of all self seeking for the time of times draws near
as treble clefs and epitaphs sine wave into your ear
precipitation cycles as observed by Fibonacci
random access numbers fall in formulaic Yahtzee
the chess game of the ages playing out for all to see
as one who was created rolls the dice from A to Z
and thinks to hold for ransom those who by their independance
are lured into the marrow which trasmits into the tendons
a protean, experimental, tangeant which increased
and functions so unwittingly a puppet of the beast
this enemy of all that reaches for the common good
interpreting the way that is so oft misunderstood
if only light would shine on all the dark insipid regions
exposing all the renegades which gather in their legions
and seek to hold us hostage in the vestige of our passions
as tyrants, gangsters, murderers snatch purses, fortunes, fashions
Presidents and jilted loves tap pulses of assassins
Intrigue and corruption foul the rotten stench of rations
Dunghills and ripe landfills call the scavengers and vermin
serpent ghost pain handfuls gather sense that won't determine
any worthwhile sacrifice acceptable to One
who sits upon the throne after all is said and done
what possibly could do us good in light of what will be
the unavoidable appointment with eternity
the opposite reaction to expansion without shape
the universe contraction to the source of no escape
the ultimate producer of the law we know as love
the elavating, recreating light to rise above
the devastating, segregating, antithetic hole
that sucks in all surrounding with a God-forsaken soul
only one thing satisfies with permanence and strength and only one would sacrifice with justice go the length and only one responsibly saves offspring who return from the separation of the hunger that within does burn...
the one who knew no sin and became all that we were
he laid it on the line all our offsets to deter
though what he represents may not be what we prefer
there is nothing more transcendant yet unchanging to be sure
no product can be greater than the source from which it comes
so entreat the God of Heaven to remodel soulish slums
check into what the handbook says - he manufactured you
and let this God of Love do what only he can do
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