Michael McGuire If Everything Is All There Is (ii)
IF EVERYTHING IS ALL THERE IS (II)
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
IF EVERYTHING IS ALL THERE IS (II)
The mathematics of the river’s emotions, the ghost of a dozen dead
oceans, I the part where the whole is divided, weather the fault of the
winds decided.
Somewhere in the depths of atomic works, the meaning of the
macrocosm lurks, all this matter tangled in the mind machine, only the
mind to tell what the matter to mean.
In rhetorical wastelands of formal focus we causally disconnect, burning
buildings are the odes to the codes that we reject, the sky is a graveyard
for to bury our test tube devils and gods, and we bet our pagans past
and our fortunes future on the odds.
Love found in desire’s chronic guess work, life defined in temptations
knee jerk, her hair the tangled divinity of grace, her kiss the dead stop
of time and space.
The pursuit of truth is so demanding, the best we can do is an enemy’s
understanding, but if everything is all there is, than why do we settle for
this?
feb 07
