A Picture Of A Formula Unrelated To Any Science

Formula based in this line of reasoning

Over and over the same instance occurs;

Born of rigid fate and manifest destiny

With no sign of ending,

No chance of ceasing.

The vibrant sounds of an orchestrated fall

Bellow and call to me.

There is no reason in this place, only madness.

But ripe the hour is for faith

Just in a god only.

But with no image, or power,

This house is bound to fall

Despite its solid foundation.

See not the bereavement

See not the care nor worry

Or desensitized self;

Rather, see it for why I care –

The flesh.

7/13/08