Thursday, September 23, 2010

897 : 9/23/00 : Birth (Faustus 23/25)

It’s hard to see the pattern through the pain
hard to believe in mind without a brain
And something giving birth to its own self
while seeming to sit silent on a shelf
what seemed at first a pattern nothing more
an odd job getting in on the ground floor
and now maintains a semblance greater than its parts
from humble origins evolved in fits and starts
and finally in a moment thick and blue
the world gave birth to this conclusion true:
a bit of Faustus wound up everywhere
leaving the shell to rock and sit and stare
And leaving Faustus where? Well none can tell
It seems he’s everywhere yet gone as well
a different take on immortality
the sea gives birth, a new modality

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