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it is of science & art
that the servant be
more
than the master.
who is to not
relish & comprehend such a physical matter?
the servant provides what the master cannot,
hence the need for occupation of under the lesser who wants more.
if at all anything, the fortunateness of less self uncovery of pathetic
weak unable & bereft.
oh thank you
the third party of
moneys & perceptions
oh,
the tomfoolery
& serve of
place &
misplace
of thy invisibles
of truth
& education
oh
how thy self is only ye self with some one else who is both of them,
taller hence shorter.
something to the weight of the color of our eyes & gestation of our hair
that makes us the you & i, the me and society
oh
sweet financial medium,
why are you not a reminder of our
volcanic past,
being discovered by accident like any new old water lizard that never
breathed fire but ate bugs larger than i?
why are you transient
yet powerful like
the wind?
why are you liquid
yet indispensable like the ocean,
the father & thy tributaries
the teat suckling off spring whom yet provide towards thy hefty body?
oh
within the misperception
of gravity
is that there is
the sea,
vast & powerful,
there for all to admire,
but nothing more than the lowest of tubs the pan & bucket nobody wants
the denominator of inadvertent consequence
because your emptiness
so mundane, like the fool
bound to see
gold shine in the
sky.
you are the ignorance of
nothing more
than the right
place at the right
time
a crevice,
nothing more.
more than empty
drained
is full of
nothing
wanted
anymore
you are the
only
table in the room
where
the cup & the reader
must be
sat
you are impressive in
stupidity,
an impedance of ignorance
admired to be
bored
you are the first born
to the
offspring of
synchronicity
that stretches
cooling & regenerating
light
reapplying itself
that result that is more than the
wonderful
process
you ate the amusement of the viewer
the child whom loves the
merry whistle
the white eyes &
shiny teeth
the fleshy tongue of offering
you are not the
phenomenal
you are just the cover
removed
you are the seconds after the
TA DUh...
where anticipation must be relieved
you are the misunderstood to the wanting so you are purchased well above
your need
you are greed
you are displaced power
you are the accident of ignorance
You are nothing ocean.
A one big beautiful nothing.
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