Point B

The shattered windows of a glass house,
The docile dogma of a miracle-mouse,
It’s easy to get lost when you’re born there,
Make a home of this nubile nowhere,
But solving the time it never gets old,
For the ones who are born to believe what they’er told,
The right side or the left side or the suicide,
Knock on god’s door with a pagan-pride.
Moving in context,
Getting to point B is pointless,
Staying in context,
The view from point A is wondrous.
Point B is pointless,
Point A is jointless,
Live in the center,
Wait out the winter,
False-gods will break you,
To devils they’ll make you,
The whole of this scam,
I was from I am.
Moving in context,
Getting to point B is pointless,
Staying in context,
The view from point A is wondrous.
Democracy-doctors they know just what to do,
In the good old deaf, blind and blue,
And it’s here that the black-moon-poets arrive,
With their musings a few soldiers survive,
Time is nature’s subconscious dreaming,
The atomic-clock of evolutionary scheming,
How can our flesh be already there,
As our bones grow to dust to seed the next nowhere.