as long as we hold hands on the way down

black lung  
the universal division  
between head and heart knowledge  
what good could come?  
from a symbiotic relationship  
between the skies and I  
 
faith in who we are?  
some only learn through osmosis  
and recycling other's ideas  
how do you like them apples?  
 
there is no harmonic balance  
it's always cover tunes  
until god  
gives the head nod  
sends back saddam  
to remind us all to play nice  
 
wax and wane  
ebb and flow  
the malarkey of philosophy  
the scientific fiction  
the blood stained bible  
when your ears and ego begin to hurt  
from the sound of unseen trees  
 
falling  
 
you may look into a chemistry set  
and delete your profile  
from all these cosmic dating sites