Michael McGuire Something About Everything
SOMETHING ABOUT EVERYTHING
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
A slave to the furious wheel of my miscellany of want, I question the
logistics of the limp of my logic, wonders escape my senses without
being milked of their ecstasies, so lost am I in the folk and familiar of
habits in motion.
My agnostic attitudes, the worlds prolific platitudes, so alas something
about everything feeds me sorrows, and blank revelations forecast
blank tomorrows.
I flounder and waste time working trifles, and sulk upon all natures
most common themes, but the alphabet can misspell any omegas to
alphas, and shape sense into the raw materials of any construct of
words.
My agnostic attitudes, the worlds prolific platitudes, so alas something
about everything feeds me sorrows, and blank revelations forecast
blank tomorrows.
Even the bounded world is swallowed in a boundless universe, as one
man is swallowed in the miscellaneous mass of mankind, all
knowledge on pawn of the soul and sift of study, and the butt of
histories sardonic sense of humor.
My agnostic attitudes, the worlds prolific platitudes, so alas something
about everything feeds me sorrows, and blank revelations forecast
blank tomorrows.
The beauty of all things falls victim to my blinded insight, chilled in
high summer torched by winter in perpetuum, marked in this myth the
bread of Able is the feast of Cain, the honey poisoned in the ipso facto
sweetness of taste.
My book of agonies, edits the worlds ecstasies, so alas something
about everything leavens my doubt, and minutes to memories; days to
eternities merely prolong my pout.
dec. 07