The All-Binding

"That which is crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is wanting cannot be numbered." You squeeze it into a bit of parchment You hope it gets read Your poem It would be insane to imagine You painting the portrait of your mind Just to hope for the view-fans So you come over here and convince yourself If not yourself then Maybe someone else of something useful And I guess that is what it boils down to What useful is But when you sit in discomfort for long enough You see that all life is Is a coping of with the current moment Because it is impossible to tell what now is But we have history to point back to And before us there were others Who pointed back the same way Meanwhile the gist of it is What our usefulness concludes to The way in which we we cope with the now: This perspective is broken in base principle It was supposed to you that you should cope This moment does not make sense So we force it to story At the hand of the past And so you get to see To the very end of time And in between the lines Wisdom is not the best thing A man could wish for That he had asked for love...

CuldeSac

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

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