The Books- Smells Like Content

Probably some of my favorite lyrics ever.

Balance, Repetition
Composition, Mirrors

most of all the world is a place
where parts of wholes are described
within an overarching paradigm of clarity
and accuracy
the context of which makes possible
an underlying sense of the way it all fits together
despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such.

but then again
the world without end
is a place where souls are combined
but with an overbearing feeling of disparity,
disorderliness
to ignore it is impossible
without getting oneself
into all kinds of trouble
despite one's best intentions
not to get entangled with it so much.

and meanwhile the statues are bleeding green
and others are saying things
much better than we ever could
as the quiet becomes suddenly verbose.

and the hail is heralding the size of nickels,
and the street corners are gnashing together
like the gears inside the head
of some omniscient engineer
and downward flows the garnered wisdom
that has never died.

when finally we opened the box
we couldn't find any rules
our heads were reeling with a glut of possibilities, contingencies
but with ever increasing faith
we decided to go ahead and just ignore them
despite tremendous pressure to capitulate and fade.

so instead we went ahead
to fabricate a catalog
of unstable elements
and modicums
and particles with non-zero total strangeness
for brief moments which amount
to nothing more than tiny fragments of a finger snap.

and meanwhile we're furiously sleeping green
and the map has started tearing along it's creases due to overuse,
when in reality, it's never needed folds.

and the air's withholding the sound
of its wellspring,
and our heads are approaching a density
reminiscent of the connectivity
of the center of the sun
and therein lies the garnered wisdom
that has never died.

expectation leads to disappointment
if we don't expect something big, huge, and exciting
usually, uh
i dont know, it's just not as, yeah.