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Appetites belie intelligence Heat the quantum furnace Furious bellows Enduring the excitement Behold...! Can you not hear the rumble brewing? Butchers trained To spin the looms Tailors primed To know a good cut when they see one Everybody washes their hands We have a guest! Creator? How are you this fine evening? -- Denizens imbibe libations Chase the dreams of spirits Curious followers Beckoning the light Beware...! Can you not see the trouble stewing? Mountains flow As rivers erupt Legs give in As arms are taken out Secretly Demanding of You: When will our time come? Creator? Will you let us know? -- Is there nothing? We hope not Is there something? If so... Be gone, idle fraud! Blinded by entropy's darkening gaze Atrophied in futility of wealth Staking a claim on the horrors of Nature To process To cycle Unmercifully Spent Creator? Are you there? We pray you order our chaos, but Once we know what You know What will there be left to say? © Michal Czechak 2016
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
the last refuge of a scoundrel
Appetites belie intelligence Heat the quantum furnace Furious bellows Enduring the excitement Behold...! Can you not hear the rumble brewing? Butchers trained To spin the looms Tailors primed To know a good cut when they see one Everybody washes their hands We have a guest! Creator? How are you this fine evening? -- Denizens imbibe libations Chase the dreams of spirits Curious followers Beckoning the light Beware...! Can you not see the trouble stewing? Mountains flow As rivers erupt Legs give in As arms are taken out Secretly Demanding of You: When will our time come? Creator? Will you let us know? -- Is there nothing? We hope not Is there something? If so... Be gone, idle fraud! Blinded by entropy's darkening gaze Atrophied in futility of wealth Staking a claim on the horrors of Nature To process To cycle Unmercifully Spent Creator? Are you there? We pray you order our chaos, but Once we know what You know What will there be left to say? © Michal Czechak 2016
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
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