The deep things that mesmerize men
Are a topic I think about a lot,
.
From taking in trees to
Rembrandt’s “The Rich Man in His Office,”
Who was rich,
As we know,
If only in spirit
A carbon bomb of that which he beholds.
.
But no matter what flies your kite,
What suits your fancy,
.
It will always be change,
Change, staying the membranes and
Piping out a tune
You can finally embrace,
That will get your hands opening up
And your saliva jaws nodded and dripping,
The moon’s knuckles shining on free will
And without it.