the answer is not empty
muse not divine
my ruse disguised
something new, new - these tools are old
balance and counter ounces for hours
new music for new brains - new molds stretched
taut over the reptile - stretched tight like a sail
as we sail far, far away, on the bones of ancestors
full of songs, full of words, full of song
so far we'll sail, and others sail further, so far
to new places, and old places with new faces
races to change - surge the surface, break free
of free - emotions - new bricks - so new still wet
with mud birth, still shifting wiggling wobbling full of earth
and fire chars bubbling up bridges. The new consumes
the new is fire the new is the language behind the language
above the language above - the code behind the open
words spoken across breakfast cereal - the new is not the
answer, charred gears, red, blue, white hot jarring,
whirring, scurrying panting ranting reaming beaming
careening being broken spokes sprockets blotches rockets roar
doors open tokens kicked between broken bits of me to you
these needs needs sewn strewn bloom blast craftily
wafting through the atmosphere - beads of the beast not
the mother - trapped in cast cacoons, happy to fast
under the moon finger pointed jointed digger's digit
pigeon shit. And yet, what can you do? Bellow as you fall
or close your eyes- imagine flight. Fun. focus, Hocus pocus
chokes us, charm the marming fire
farm, calm the storm swarming trees, soften the
hoots so roots can join and joke. Still
playing out the play, but we've left the stage=
still costumed - made up fake sucking out the
truth, sage sleuths. You can ask all you want, but the
answers won't reveal. Fall over edges leading descending ledges
seekers know. Ingrained in your psyche, burned so
deep, it resonated on every note, is your path
to wherever. Live in other times minds remain.
build a house in the jungle. Approval. Undercurrent
ripples whip aboundingly sounding out loudly on
bars or bristles - hardy missiles pause and sizzle
whittle away the gray casing embracing
ideals delivered to a T are dangerous
kindness feels its way through the muck
New worlds unfurled embrace
The meaning of your life lies in a river on a
raft. You sit a giver among friends.
Looking further bends the frame
ends the game
Don't stray too far
heed Father Daedalus' tears
always lights at the end
Around the bend in the river
the meaning of life, and you the giver.
Not satisfying, well, oh well.