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Nov 2014
Until a man is nothing,
God can make
nothing out of him*

Martin Luther
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

instant recognition
compete cognition
slowing respiration

sanity instantaneous
weeping hands clap
weakened legs collapsing

process endless
access, risen,
only to rejoin
the fallen

father of father clock pendulum
swung swing swung
slowing rapidity
body directed onto
perpetuity road

back to nothing
from whence
the boy witnessed
the first of many of
his genesis/bereshit

from nothing to
another thing,
crowned,
enthroned pauper,
trampled down
to lowly lord,
King of Nothing

reborn reborn reborn
so many times
when from nothing
risen to an exalted
nothing
more
than ever obvious
he,
heir apparent
to himself
no thing

nothing

in the beginning
nothing in the end
nothing
in between
from admixture
water and ashen soil
remake myself a
present to Him
an accomplishment
man-generation
peaking excellence,
Dante ascent to
nothing

then struck down,
back to nothing returned,
peaks and valleys
directional interchangeable
pointers to return resurrected
same way to the previous ending

for all prior writ
better
instant recognition
compete cognition
slowing respiration

the vanity not
voyage yes is
the thing itself,
is circular
a line of points
connected

nothing
no thing
but the voyage/path is the
thing

transformation
resubmission
substantiation

there in lies the only
thing
you making
God into
something
tangible
by making yourself
from nothing
once again



11/1/14
Ecclesiastes 1

1 The words of the Preacher,[a] the son of David, king in Jerusalem.

2 Vanity[b] of vanities, says the Preacher,
    vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
3 What does man gain by all the toil
    at which he toils under the sun?
4 A generation goes, and a generation comes,
    but the earth remains forever.
5 The sun rises, and the sun goes down,
    and hastens[c] to the place where it rises.
6 The wind blows to the south
    and goes around to the north;
around and around goes the wind,
    and on its circuits the wind returns.
7 All streams run to the sea,
    but the sea is not full;
to the place where the streams flow,
    there they flow again.
8 All things are full of weariness;
    a man cannot utter it;
the eye is not satisfied with seeing,
    nor the ear filled with hearing.
9 What has been is what will be,
    and what has been done is what will be done,
    and there is nothing new under the sun.
10 Is there a thing of which it is said,
    “See, this is new”?
It has been already
    in the ages before us.
11 There is no remembrance of former things,[d]
    nor will there be any remembrance
of later things[e] yet to be
    among those who come after.
Nat Lipstadt
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Nat Lipstadt  120/M/nyc
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