No reason

There is no reason for this world;
but there is rhythm; and there is rhyme.
So let the flow return you, to the beat that birthed you;
time; after time; after time.

An ancient Law that binds and traps
is written in blood on my skin,
an insight into the cage of words
that makes the world that I live in.

An angry voice screams
“I was Betrayed! I want revenge! I will never, never forget!”
Who are you, who feed on this dark, bitter brew,
addicted to your story of regret?

I have studied sorrow, friend, intimately;
lived with the dead weight of suffering.
And it was only when I forgave myself my weakness,
that I could be at peace, with even one thing.

There is no reason for this world;
but there is rhythm; and there is rhyme.
So let the flow return you, to the beat that birthed you;
time; after time; after time.

So down down the river of flow I flowed,
past the boundaries that had lapsed.
Beyond idyllic fields of light and bliss
through to the excitement of collapse.

Down in the catacombs of fear they line up,
the terrified, dull and obsequious.
Sex and Death reduced to fetish and faith,
With a thrilling – sting – of blind obedience.

Scavengers marooned on ancient shores,
afraid of drowning out at sea,
they lost their flight feathers and none of them remember
what it was they once yearned to see.

Propping themselves up with phrophecies of disaster
as they fall apart at the seams!
But all the things you suppress – will find their court of redress –
in the Theatre of your Dreams.

There is no reason for this world;
but there is rhythm; and there is rhyme.
So let the flow return you, to the beat that birthed you;
time; after time; after time.

Four-post bed, rich red-black wood
carved in swirls and turrets and flowers,
drenched in sunshine and writhing dragon-eye fractals,
love’s burgeoning rainbow bower!

The shadows are falling on the Mountain
as The Man’s long and clever fingers
caress strange and comforting noises out of things
of wood and string and feathers.

The window full of forest is an ocean
and the tide of energy rides king-high
Together we flow as angels and glow
like clouds in the vanishing sky.

There is no reason for this world,
but there is rhythm and there is rhyme
Let the flow return you to the beat that birthed you,
time; after time; after time.

There is no reason for this world,
but there is rhythm and there is rhyme
Listen to the woman chant the Sun down
as the man with the drum marks time.

There is no reason for this world,
but there is rhythm and there is rhyme
Let the flow return you to the beat that birthed you,
time; after time; after time.

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