To externalize that which is
and was always, world without end
meant to be internalized, but, yet
instead becomes, in the most vile
of affrontries; externalized
to the point as to where no part
whatsoever is to be worn..
When the world, as a whole
takes on this form of non-life, and
if, in and through deception's crafty-art;
attempts to pass it off, as life..
It becomes, there and then
the communal-advent, if you will
the rusted-hinge, gate opening,
if you will
of concealed-chaos's invitation
to the one--
Well-versed in counterfeit, fabrication
brought up and wet-nursed among the many
spindly threads, woven in to
the exceedingly-intricate conflagration of
the illustriously-nefarious "world", of the
world. wide. web..
Well-honed, to the bone; within deception's
well-laid form the image..
oh mighty god, will be established, your throne--
A forever-world; built upon, nothing.
says the Teacher.
Everything is meaningless.’
"What do people gain from all their labors
at which they toil under the sun?
Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains for ever.
The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
"All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
"Is there anything of which one can say,
‘Look! This is something new’?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.
No one remembers the former generations,
and even those yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow them...
...what is crooked cannot be straightened;
what is lacking cannot be counted."
~Dave and that gorgeous, Bath's kid