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 indispensible 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 consequense

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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