CYCLORAMA
I do not want to get off this thing:
just want to go 'round and 'round in
spherical music into and out of some
beginning to an ending unknown.
Some say their lives are simple.
So be it. Mine's not.
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I perplex the waters and the land.
All around me, atoms are bursting with
desire, inquiry, reason or understanding.
My search for knowledge never ends.
Nothing brings nothing to nothing.
Such is the sum of this smashing.
-
You do, perhaps, hear the sounds?
Atoms crash and screech like any other
object you may know - gnashing of teeth
as a metaphor, or the baying of wolves.
We humanize so many other things -
-
Why not wonder and doubt?
Why not boredom and awe?
-
Nothing brings nothing to nothing...
I do not want to get off this thing:
just want to go 'round and 'round in
spherical music into and out of some
beginning to an ending unknown.
Some say their lives are simple.
So be it. Mine's not.
-
I perplex the waters and the land.
All around me, atoms are bursting with
desire, inquiry, reason or understanding.
My search for knowledge never ends.
Nothing brings nothing to nothing.
Such is the sum of this smashing.
-
You do, perhaps, hear the sounds?
Atoms crash and screech like any other
object you may know - gnashing of teeth
as a metaphor, or the baying of wolves.
We humanize so many other things -
-
Why not wonder and doubt?
Why not boredom and awe?
-
Nothing brings nothing to nothing...
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