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Concerto In F Major




Divinity let cast shades and shapes of Day innumerable 
Creatures of omniscient thought urged powerfully into
Shape&Form;
An imponderable cosmos breathing breaths as deep as all gods
Convergent lines of physic and meta written matters invisible code
Manifest Becoming;
What manner of being shall read what comprises the body of such a work?
What material is so made to contain this holy seed of soul?
Materials to make to build the world surrounding human life
What Divinity let cast these haggling figures into infernal markets of buy and sell!
All Nature sings wild counterpointed mad sorrow to the lie of such things,
Caught up in a world that turns to one long struggle
(little breaths of light, precious as eternal promise, yearning for the promised dream)
There are mountainous trees growing inside houses of utter darkness 
Seas of absolute infinity roar cacophonous choruses through the cracked sidewalks of broken city streets,
The shady elite erect golden pedestals to pay homage to their own hollow words
They are but shells within shells, lobbying the empty promises of total vacuums borrowing your descendants lives to pay for the lack of soul and meaning within themselves,
Fanciful gamecocks and mountebanks dressed as executives and quarrelsome lawyers
Marking make, making their mark on the world of their time, marking themselves as chosen,
Shabby ministers of crass mockery, bizarre bacterium grown rampantly awry
Profaning Divinity let cast shades and shapes of Night intolerable.











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Written on 2013-02-06 at 23:18

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