Illusion is everywhere
in our hearts and in our words
Abstract thought scurried by convention
or initiated by clerics, wise men and fools
Because the mind is a big open space, vacant,
destitute and scant
So what do we do to fill the slot, testicular hump, a shiny coin
Certainly magic exists, the outer limits of an imagination for the spread
Lacuna in an open dish perpetrating the petri, thinking about the curlicue swirls
But what else can we really do as obsolescence is a dark spark in a cosmic national trust
Still this should give us at least a glimmer of hope, riding the celestial train
with empty pockets wiling the time in what could be called a slipshod rendezvous
Aimless travel, justifiably so, in a brain dance that could beat the band
The real dichotomy at least to the extent that it is effected by the tongue
because if material facts are the meat, somehow they must be joined by thread
Otherwise we have nonsense to the highest degree, everything just seems to fall apart
Please bring out your needles and we can begin to crochet, a complex menagerie,
an imperial exhibition, delivered for the portly, the regal and the stout
For it may be the right time to lift up your leg and kick it into high gear because if you fail to act now it is likely that life may not make any sense at all, infinite regression,
a death sentence, maximum punishment on a blue tangerine in the absurd
So come now give it a jab, no one will molest the mug if you decide to leave it alone
But isn't this what it really is, steady feet on solid ground but lost in the fluctuating
wave of a ghost, breaking ordinary conceptions of the world alone on a spectrum for berry, a pulpy edible fruit that knocks out a mean-spirited cadence in discontinuous
inculcations of the moon
Because you never really get it the first time so repetition can become a blind wire with proper growth and development, in this respect it could turn out to be a saviour in the bush oscillating all of the embers that might have otherwise been blown away
So let us restore them to their unattached amniotic sac so that they can flaunt and flicker on top of a manly timeous crag because there is nothing worse than a black hole to antagonize the tension and cause a poorly evolved species to take a walk in the park and leap, for there are no unforeseen limits to nothing no matter what anyone might come to say