June 18, 1998

Grasping at Fundamentals

Anti-anything if it's poetic enough to be so
And pro- just the same
The duality, triality, quadrality all at once
With heels

Post-everything before its time has come
And Pre-reality
The freedom, mirth, rebellion of youth
Gone wayward

Plug me in and get me going
Leave me alone
Glad you're here
Now go away
You'll never understand what it is to be me
Just like you once were, only now.

What is beauty? Who is the beholder?
What is beauty and what is sin?
what is beauty and how long 'til forever?
What is beauty and why hasn't anyone whispered it in my eye?

Un-everythig, seeing its future
And Re-everything just like before
Like home, like home, like somewhere revealing
Still pride