Ontology

Ontology

19991122.0141

This is no evening of chemical mayhem
No consideration, no playing, and no whim
Seeking the wisdom of bottled spirits
Sucking the passion from throttled lyrics
Trying to make magic from dust
Trying to make love from rust

The science of alchemy's long dead
The streaming of text that is half-read
Brings no images to mind
Brings no wording that's kind
It's an affront to the laws of nature --
A lack of modern nomenclature --

Like begets like and love begets love.
There're no ingredients, no method of
Transforming base metal into gold
The Philosopher's Stone, I'm told,
Is the bitter part of the cherry
That breaks teeth, balls, and query

The order is that gold turns to lead
And that friendships die in the bed
Where children may be conceived.
Our radiation retrieved
No message of hope.
Just a warm isotope.

Although hindered by cheap beer
The answer is in here.
Want a friend? Be a friend.
Back 'em up til the end.
If you want love, love.
Penetration? Shove.

Like begets like
Strike begets strike
Rust begets rust
Dust begets dust
Under ordinary circumstances
Continuation dances

So where do new things come from?
The philosophy's specious. Have some
Respect for the powers of observation.
Like begets like -- with one exception
New things come from the source of it all.
Creativity becks. The Void answers the call.

In the unchanging storm
Old things fail to transform
For the better, but stay
Just the same -- or decay.
New things, mon chere,
Come from nowhere.

Them's the rules.

[*]