What is the essence, where is the form?
They ask me the where, but not why I work!
Today, I shall gather my tools and craft
Study reflections in each of them
And I shall know truth of what work really is.
2
2 is a number!
Thrust you out of your slumber?
Or is this insipid like unsalted cucumber?
2's an idea
Tangible Intangible!
Tingling, chiseling, sprinkling the mind!
Weaning me on dishes of space and time!
2 is abstract
Not your lemon extract
So gather all your fears!
In obscurity we trust
2 is either true
Need some truth to attach to!
A bird in blue hue I was taught to look up to!
Thrust you out of your slumber?
Or is this insipid like unsalted cucumber?
2's an idea
Tangible Intangible!
Tingling, chiseling, sprinkling the mind!
Weaning me on dishes of space and time!
2 is abstract
Not your lemon extract
So gather all your fears!
In obscurity we trust
2 is either true
Need some truth to attach to!
A bird in blue hue I was taught to look up to!
The Song of Mort
Hate to think am just experiment
That some deity on a mystical expedition
Left me on this rock, a residue of his curiosity
That it's an accident and that mother's cold and indifferent
Hate this unceasing search
Turning the rocks on this long forgotten path!
Smells like a Tor network -
A myriad progressions of enigmatic sheaths
Each mysterious, unhumorous, mind numbing as the last!
Ignorance hurts,
And knowledge is a stake through the heart!
Hate this "relativity"
Fates of seeing a light in another!
It's unforgiving as I strip me to the bone
As the hidden cosmos looks at me with contempt
Attempts to isolate will only serve to blind me
So I turn to crop-circles and the god-particle!
Talking about God
I Hate that It created me
Hate that I have to think, more so have to think of It!
And no matter what I think, think It ain't about me!
That some deity on a mystical expedition
Left me on this rock, a residue of his curiosity
That it's an accident and that mother's cold and indifferent
Hate this unceasing search
Turning the rocks on this long forgotten path!
Smells like a Tor network -
A myriad progressions of enigmatic sheaths
Each mysterious, unhumorous, mind numbing as the last!
Ignorance hurts,
And knowledge is a stake through the heart!
Hate this "relativity"
Fates of seeing a light in another!
It's unforgiving as I strip me to the bone
As the hidden cosmos looks at me with contempt
Attempts to isolate will only serve to blind me
So I turn to crop-circles and the god-particle!
Talking about God
I Hate that It created me
Hate that I have to think, more so have to think of It!
And no matter what I think, think It ain't about me!
When I Shall Die
I shall neither want nor need
She shall engulf me in her murky embrace
And I shall not be the misogynist mist
Gulping her cup of doom as I lay below this crust of turbulence
So I shall rot deep if they burn me not
And I shall contemplate on the numbness of my bones
As I lay still under that creepy dark hill
While they sing me eerie songs of the legend kill bill
While they sing me eerie songs of the legend kill bill
Smiling at the others by this river of hell bliss
Bliss I shall not miss as the flames engulf me
Me shall drown deep into the ebbs of Acheron
Acheron demons arousing me to darker realms
Realms of succubus and incubus smilling!
Me shall drown deep into the ebbs of Acheron
Acheron demons arousing me to darker realms
Realms of succubus and incubus smilling!
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