A circle of monotomy is not to be confused with a whirlpòol of jeopardy because the amount of times a jester jumps creates a tale of excitment whilst perched on an atomic towel rail in dim lights. Accustomed to isnt aclimatised it is a pattern to behold and a norm to name. Yet who in wooden clothing would dare to approach, preach or ridicule the handwriting skills of a hard working academic serpent. But not at a beetle drive. Or a monday market. That is reservations only. Only origins orate opiniöns. Ha and ha swineherd clearing aerial clouds. Ha a beastly bread roll rolling. X x x x x decapitatiön z z z z.
Categories:
monopole, analogy, animal,
Form: I do not know?
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
In the fields of the everlasting mind.
Shines the rays of enlightened warmth I seek,
And the hopes of a new mankind.
To taste the fruit of Gods and men,
Is to embrace the immortal soul.
Within the thoughts of modern men,
Like the theory of the Monopole.
From science to god and back again,
From whence we drink of the fruit.
The truth is I am but one man
And I’m stuck in a business suit.
Still I seek the meaning in life,
For that is my ultimate goal.
And where in the mathematics of life,
Thus I will find my soul.
Categories:
monopole, destiny, god, philosophy, poetry,
Form: Lyric