Knobby Crust
Knobby Crust Where goes this being called man Who o'er the firmament does roam Feeble creature of skin and bone Who early on worked with mud and stone Has since raised monuments to the sky From whence may come his ultimate demise Knobby crust shrouds the brain Hidden space that causes such pain Is it there that the spirit does reign Or only a stage where beauty is feigned Is there some plan, which makes him strive Or like the insect to the light must dive Blindly driven yet not to survive Fanatic obsession to know more than he can Overwhelmed by truth smitten by his own hand Like the river constantly changing yet the same Man the contradiction still remains Good and Evil Pleasure and Pain It's up to him not to refrain From making sense of Chaos and changing the Game 1986 Christopher Cole www.geocities.com/closerssong/homepage.htmlI was paging through my book and came across the poem that began it all. I awoke one night in 1986 and composed this poem. Answering the poem resulted in the book. I note an uncanny prophesy in the last two lines of the first and third stanza. Written November 28th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 08:12 AM PST 0 • 1
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