Jeff's Poetry

the purpose of life

May 13, 2026 · Stage

some say it is the accumulation - of bits of knowledge, like copper, turns gold - or sand grainy in one fleshy lump and teeth cracks. unforeseen consequences of too much pleasure. some say the coat represents the identity, judge a book by it's cover. they rush to any avenues where silky garments is taken to be the good life. others believe in moderation take a slight tentative bite on caramel biscuits before chewing fastidiously. critics say the damage is still done when organs rebel from too much of a pleasurable thing. i think the fuzzy line stretches forth like the sea, only appears to be a line when you're far off. life tends to shake off those weird torpedoes flying mid air, then sink suddenly though it is quite apparent when the blast goes off. the faceless crowd tends to make funny gestures when the sky is no longer blue. a swirling mass of electric currents - brainstorming within, a trade off when an identity gets stolen for a possession. later on, the gold makers try to redo self image with many fabricated threads on silk worms no longer spinning. they've grown groggy from the massive work load of which the masters demand. more. and never enough because that is the nature of a spirit, greed. meanwhile the sleuth warrior has taken off with a piece of heart, a slice of a soul worth eternity. it counts for nothing when the machine begins to crank again and fine lines reach towards infinity like hands grasping for god. but god is not found in a gold cloth. consolation prizes are spectacular enough for the brave to rush through an expanding universe - turning to ice. frozen mad men in a state of inertia then the space contracted, with fire burning down gold. lifeless gold. cranks away, an alarm sounds, some turn to the exterior, others to the sacred, and sacred is just another illusion said those on the bench. risk averse players bought insurance, declared their faith to all gods in case. of. i am not sure what they are buying because the sleuth theft has in his bag a whole bunch of marbles given freely.

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