Unasked
How many electrons dance on the head of a pin?
At what time did time begin?
Who knows what silence has to say?
How does nothingness pass the day?
Wherefore does a dream weigh
After daylight and doubt has chased it away?
Which random tangent shall we entertain?
Can we find the mind if it’s not in the brain?
These are the pressing questions
Unasked in their very expression
Here have we overflown lands
Overgrown by phony panaceas
Scaling loops of circular stairs
And plunging neckline nadirs of despair
Distilling volatile emotions
Into smokey lyrical potions
Here we’ve visited vistas
Of unintelligible synesthesia
Here Mnemosyne wrestles perpetually
With her evil twin Amnesia
Not nearly as noble as dynamite
And darker than stars devouring their own light
Bellowing out fire-demons of spite
Scorching the source of all we ignite
Who can spot the difference
Between observation and inference
Is it me? Is it you? Is it peer review?
What is the population of true?
All we need is the number and name
Of the witness with no skin in the game
What does it mean for something not to exist
How is that different from something you missed?
These are the pressing questions
Unasked in their very expression
Where’s the line between forgery and art?
What does authenticity matter
If the mark can’t tell them apart?
What are idols made in the image of?
Is time truly a Titan
Which swallows swaddling children
All the while protesting love?
Thundering conflicting commands
From lofty mountaintops above
As the faithful cut off their own hands
Fearful to trust their own plans
These are the pressing questions
Unasked in their very expression
Which tyrant rules uncharted territory?
Decreeing the chains of gravity?
Is there some uncountable entity
Synthesizing reality in a laboratory?
And if that’s who created the Universe
Is the creator of the creator someone even worse?
It’s bootstraps all the way down
A bottomless chasm you can’t get around
Maybe look to the future instead of the past
If it’s always found in the place you look last
We’ve heard all these proud
And definite words
And the endless arguments
They’ve happily spurred
Straw men and Santa Clause
Dueling in theaters of the absurd
Ideas getting carried away with themselves
Born to applause and greatness
But buried and bound to bookshelves
It’s all very quick
And terribly clever
But where shall we find the mystic physician
Who knows how to fix the human condition?
Consider the cost of consideration
The drag of deliberation
An arms race of experiments
To build the better conflagration
Inventing acrobatic instruments
To obscure examination
Is this culture past the date of expiration?
Spoiled with murky curdled traditions
Devoid of any credible claim
To serving any reasonable aim
Or can our lab coat heroes
Find some strain of redemption
Immune to the pangs of paradigm conception
Is there any sense assigning blame
When cure and poison are exactly the same?
What came before eternity?
What’s the formula for originality?
When did these broken notions of sin
Get twisted and mixed in
With evoking inner divinity?
How do we swallow our own tales
Taken to compass the cosmic scale?
As we’re bending them and sending them
Into maddened luminous hyperspheres
Blinded by the navel’s glorious glare
These are the pressing questions
Unasked in their very expression
Usual suspects rounded up and released
All the props of philosophers and priests
Yet the whodunit remains unsolved
And now the lab has utterly dissolved
Who cares who did it
We want to know why
Even if we only find plausible lies
All the mind’s cages buckled and bent
No one knows where the control group went
Medals all melted down again
Has the entire universe fallen in
Collapsing all which might have been?
These are the pressing questions
Unasked in their very expression
No Mind Left Unblown
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