The Singing

Listen to the insight of birds
Their musical splendor
It is sung in shrouds
Lest spoken to upon dreaming

Carry the music
Drift along cradled
Like a basket of Moses
To where the reed birds sing
The melody is captivating
A most elegant solution
But what is left wanting
Is the resolution

A question is a noose tying ends 
One may jump through in splinters
Though, it is healthy to be selfish
Becoming a node
Mission around alone
Take care of your neighbor
Try to learn about what is going on
But remember that within much knowledge
Lies much regret
And the border is binding

Music is limited
So it repeats in patterns
Paying attention
Wavers the axiom
Correlations found are incomplete
They map the unreal to which it links
The universal thread
From event to proposal

Theories end up Genus-differentia
Sliding through the slipknots
Take the broken question
Pleasing it while fixing

Understanding begs a question
What causes it does not
Listening to the singing of the field
You can feel the answer

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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