Meaning-less Strings
They hang aimlessly from
The sills of time and permeate
Weak and idle souls, searching
To explain what they cannot-
Sterile systematic cycles of so-called
Reasoning that are long removed
From anything that is truth-
Leave "The Book" for childish
Fancies and historical facts of
Human ethics of apology…
What creation has evolved from
Our over-analytical minds? What
Dissertation of lies shall combine
To destroy the Absoluteness of One?
Will you substitute the Night in
Exchange for the Sun? O' foolish
Sons and Daughters underneath
All Golden wings, Do you not see that
All of heaven and creation scream out
The existence of the Absoluteness of One-
In which all things are done?
Or are you to deaf to hear?
Has logic or perception dismembered your ears
And gorged out your eyes?
What pre-conceptions ever created
The existence of life and earth?
Only worth-less ideals are ever
Deemed as higher forms of philosophy.
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