Post by artolmaeus on Jan 16, 2022 5:21:59 GMT -6
Somewhere in the midst of all the stardust
that from the skies it always falls
some lanky remembrance jangles
like the chains of Jacob Marley in Scrooge's song
though I have never been cued for treason
or laying truth so open I could dare
give some uninimitable reason of a story that puts it soundly there
like a mother who might love you
sets up an accident to take you out
because the battles with your father
leaves her beyond the fullest doubt
and if guilt is more the reason
that there's milk and so many overdone things
when love is more like measured cups of sugar
too much will surely give you rot
but should there be a rendering for the causes
or some way to figure out God's plot
I know that life is where it leaves you
and many times the scars is all you've got
and then to manufacture a new personna
though I've never been a kinder person
and only now do I see the math involved
without words or the need for anybody believing
I got all my rubic cubes solved
and it is really not too silly
and still I can find the music bitterly
as I dance along the edges
of what is and truly cannot be
and find that I neither
nor any way I find me bored
of seeking anything contently
or safely kept and neatly stored
give me the monkey man's freedom
and I will drink from his dirty tin cup for sure
as often all the shit they are selling
I can make into a flower's manure
and there's a rightly nice crack on my skull
where a lightning bolt should be
and there's one thing I can tell you
and you surely already know
that only mice and people who never live are free from unbinding
that only being involved deeply in your own way
unfolds the oceans one and all
and it is a baptism to find yourself drowning
than to never have lived at all
gives now some ignobled glory being
the man who sold the world.
that from the skies it always falls
some lanky remembrance jangles
like the chains of Jacob Marley in Scrooge's song
though I have never been cued for treason
or laying truth so open I could dare
give some uninimitable reason of a story that puts it soundly there
like a mother who might love you
sets up an accident to take you out
because the battles with your father
leaves her beyond the fullest doubt
and if guilt is more the reason
that there's milk and so many overdone things
when love is more like measured cups of sugar
too much will surely give you rot
but should there be a rendering for the causes
or some way to figure out God's plot
I know that life is where it leaves you
and many times the scars is all you've got
and then to manufacture a new personna
though I've never been a kinder person
and only now do I see the math involved
without words or the need for anybody believing
I got all my rubic cubes solved
and it is really not too silly
and still I can find the music bitterly
as I dance along the edges
of what is and truly cannot be
and find that I neither
nor any way I find me bored
of seeking anything contently
or safely kept and neatly stored
give me the monkey man's freedom
and I will drink from his dirty tin cup for sure
as often all the shit they are selling
I can make into a flower's manure
and there's a rightly nice crack on my skull
where a lightning bolt should be
and there's one thing I can tell you
and you surely already know
that only mice and people who never live are free from unbinding
that only being involved deeply in your own way
unfolds the oceans one and all
and it is a baptism to find yourself drowning
than to never have lived at all
gives now some ignobled glory being
the man who sold the world.
