May 18, 2007 04:53
Amuck in disgust, mockery ten-fold,
Fuck it, this trust in unjust schlockery,
Abhoring to adoring to explore a rapport,
Fuck it, we ignore the cold facts before us,
Yet behold as bold ideas unfold within thus,
Untold because they hold truth too dangerous,
Unable to be fathomed or ever controlled,
Fuck it as people live and never KNOW.
Fuck it, this is no simple rhyme,
because once upon a time all were one,
their electrons compressed into infinity,
and hurled rapidly across the galaxy,
the mystery connected lightyears apart,
known as the random chance of conciousness.
Vague is our understanding,
of how we observe,
because as we looked closer,
we found something absurd.
Among our brains, in every lobe and crack,
we asked all the chemicals, electrodes,
synopses, cells and emotions,
even tried to deduce a logical pattern,
not a person was there,
who was told to observe.