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  1. The Books - Smells Like Content

    Balance, Repetition
    Composition, Mirrors

    most of all the world is a place
    where parts of wholes are described
    within an overarching paradigm of clarity 
    and accuracy
    the context of which makes possible
    an underlying sense of the way it all fits together
    despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such

    but then again 
    the world without end 
    is a place where souls are combined
    but with an overbearing feeling of disparity,
    disorderliness
    to ignore is impossible 
    without getting oneself 
    into all kinds of trouble
    despite one’s best intentions 
    not to get entangled with it so much

    and meanwhile the statues are bleeding green
    and others are saying things
    much better than we ever could
    as the quiet becomes suddenly verbose

    and the hail is heralding the size of nickles,
    and the street corners are gnashing together
    like gears inside the head 
    of some omniscient engineer
    and downward flows the garnered wisdom
    that has never died

    when finally we opened the box
    we couldn’t find any rules
    our heads were reeling with a glut of possibilities,
    contingencies
    but with ever increasing faith 
    we decided to go ahead and just ignore them
    despite tremendous pressure to capitulate and fade

    so instead we went ahead
    to fabricate a catalog
    of unstable elements
    and modicums
    and particles with non-zero total strangeness
    for brief moments which amount 
    to nothing more than tiny fragments of a finger snap

    and meanwhile we’re furiously sleeping green
    and the map has started tearing along it’s creases
    due to overuse
    when in reality, it’s never needed folds

    and the air’s witholding the sound
    of its wellspring,
    and our heads are approacing a density
    reminiscient of the connectivity 
    of the center of the sun
    and therein lies the garnered wisdom
    that has never died

    expectation leads to disappointment
    if we don’t expect something big, huge, and exciting
    usually, uh
    I don’t know, it’s just not as, yeah

    (Source: thebooksmusic.com)