The beginning is a cracked egg shell With yoke dripping from the frail Limbs connecting human form, And the ever present spirit of everlasting, Everlasting aeonian. The first minute of life changes everything, Everything given with that first breath Jointed in conjunction of repetition; Constant exhaling and inhaling Of anything not natural for man To link within his liquid clustered dust.
The second minute of life changes everything, Everything boxed up in stereo equipment Hoping the record doesn’t skip, Or the compact disc gets scratched, Or the MP3 player is microwaved by the sun! The beginning is marked on parchment Stamped and signed with legalistic measures Regarded towards latter years for taxing.
Yes, the beginning is remembered well Knowing what we now know of material financing In the marketing sculpted lethargic world. No matter what is taught in society, No matter what is thought in hierarchy, No matter what is dreamt by aging minds Tomorrow is sealed in cobwebbed glass fixture With words etched in black ivory The end is inevitable.