why do words rhyme,
Why is the melody,
that helps the beat – beat crime.
Listen to their tuning,
listen to their pain.
Listen to the little sounds,
that blocks and makes refrain.
Listen to the sustinance,
listen to the waver.
Listen to the curiosity,
that makes them taste their flavor.
Listen to en thoo zi asm,
listen for their peace.
We count out blessing on both our hands,
but what about our feats?
To many tippy toes to tap,
too much trouble to transport that.
To many translations to trade in temple.
to many truths to think thoughts that travel.
Big bursts of binary breaking forth,
with P-adic padding peaking with morse-of-course.
German rhetoric with greek symbols,
Don’t trust me when I say, its all in shambols.
Intellectually dividing that symbolic rot,
by driving a system, 2^64 plot.
Expressing parabolics with exceptional ease,
By using multifunctional references that were designed to please.
I do it in octaves,
with waveshaping guides.
Harmonically balancing,
with swings’n see-saw rides.
So why creatively,
just spew it out loud,
when I can sit and just contempate,
and test this thing aud.