Tuesday, October 26, 2010
There's atrophy of life in a world not worth knowing,
showing that in this world growing's stowing time in a box called the body,
where the soul and the mind collide,
not stymied by the divide between the morality of one and the morality of all,
which is stalled by desperate desires for perpetual poignant power promoted by the heres and the nows.
Hear me now,
the gears are in motion, moved by steam from water from heat from fires stoked by the greed of those needless unneeded men who fancy their aristocracy god sent now see,
there's an atrophy of life in a world not worth knowing,
an epiphany: in all lives but these.