Bearded Drape

 
I can, I will, I do, do, do!

I can’t grasp it anymore the trilogy is dead

I can, I will, I do, do, do!

I won’t force it anymore down into decline

I can, I will, I do, do, do!

Abstracts matter

No they don’t

Abstracts do not matter

Yes they do, they do, do, do!

Please tell me where in-between those statements I am?

Why, here with me of course and I am the being of nothing but a concept

Colossal fortitude of inanimate reasoning, bedraggled thought of heaving willpower, lost in an artistic instance of insight

It is between, light and dark, silence and noise that genius lies and it is flogging a dead horse of want

Can you see it?

I can, I will, I will flog it!

Can you smell it?

I can, I will, I will smell it!

Unfettered on the winds of colloquial happenstance?

I can’t, I won’t, I do, don’t, do, do, do, do, do!

There you are boy, you are dancing to the pipes at last!

Hold on tight to the cart of imagination and drive your will forward indeed

I’m scared, I’m scared!

Into and away from the fray we will find it, between those ginormous rules, it has been hidden for far too long behind our limited knowledge

I’m brave, I’m brave!

Drive to the truths, they are hidden
Drive in between the meanings
Drive onwards where no one else dares to go and circumvent paradox to truth?

No sense makes sense
Nonsense is sense
Understand the abstract
Understand the intent

Now come with me Sire!

Remember the way to the falls of Niquorsingminmar, to the jolly fruits you once sampled and played upon?

Remember the delightful sounds of the trumpets as they played you down the river of unease and most of all remember that it was all nonsense to begin with - to begin within?

Yes, much like the pipes they sound!

A lot like life itself

I’ve found freedom in thoughts

Won’t you join me?

Good night

Can you join me?

Yes, I can

Further, everywhere?

Now come with me to ecstasy…