Anti Nietszche
Perhaps I am nothing but The Anti-Nietzsche
Sent to declare that God is neither born nor will die
Like the wind in the trees
He is The Universe's Collective Sigh
Is reality dead?
Well I sure hunger for bread
My hunger sure seems real
Also, that there is a God, it sometimes feels
Is one hunger any less real than the other
Even if to church I don't bother
Heartless? Is that what the world truly is?
Perhaps it just relentlessly takes care of biz.
It gives birth to itself
And drowns itself in a sack
From Time
To Time
The arrow flies out to The Great Ocean
'Bullseye' says the master
How can we miss
I will miss you when you are gone
But is there truly any such thing as abscence
Nature abhors a vacuum
Oh fuck it
Lets strike up a tune
Dance
Romance
I'm Up All Eternity to Get Lucky
Like the Legend of the Phoenix
All ends with beginnings
I guess I'll begin by ending.
To All, love I am sending
E J Povey 2013