song of ...

while the repeating lines of that song play
and still the words won’t come, don’t know what to say
might have to wait, but that could be for eternity
who knows how long that will be, limitations of modernity
imply forever, and those who patronize
as they philosophize
don’t see the tears
and the diminishing years
while the art fades
and the night shades
we sit, unabridged as they build the tombs
watch the expanding wombs
speak our minds
but who finds
the way, whatever the solution
will have discovered absolution
meanwhile, weeping for the words to explain
or keep providing the same old refrain
and the song brings the notion, not the explanation
feeds the love but not the elation
where is the all, the complete, the origin
the, with arms open, “Begin!”
without purpose is no call to proceed
directionless is an aimless need
so play song, play
for there is no other way
until either the skies darken
or the whole is taken
consider this
as you take your drunken piss

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