A continuing chaos: An American fugue
One must recognize chaos in oneself
To be able to give birth to a dancing star.
Now, only the vestiges remain:
Go on, consumers, conduct a forensic examination,
And when complete, then you scatter the remains:
Finally, you will see the fragility of the body,
In the furtherance of the truth:
Note the devil’s-in-the-detail;
We are condemned at the root.
Here's a roof for his daughter,
Over a precipice-by-the-sea,
Her peculiar ways of thinking
Still alive in me...
Was a false prologue.
Remains of thought and feeling,
Still embedded in my brain;
Flower into vestiges
Nothing will remain.
Love all that is, is not,
Numbed into meaning:
By those damned sansculotte.