Slow rotation
traces perfect waves
sine and cosine
suspended in parallel.
Pendulums swing
their metronomic homage;
orchestrated in opposition,
united in purpose.
Our dutiful servants
execute demands
without fail,
without question.
A thousand autonomic ballets,
fingerprint unique,
danced each a million times;
not once noticed
yet none the less breathtaking
Author notes
The point is there is no point.
The truth is there is no truth.
The reason is there is no reason.
Find the wonder, and beauty in the things around you.
A contest entry
- A Reason to Care by Hypocritical Oath.
850 points, ended November 6, 2007, 11 entries
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Comments
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3xBravo
so many elements were wisely melted in here to create a vague abstract sculpture from words and hidden meanings!loved it!brought to me both answers and wonderings!BRAVO
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Without getting into a discussion about the nature of truth, and the existance of absolute truth, I would argue that trust and honesty are built on concensus, not on truth.
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Sweet!
Wow, even the authors note was poetic! Is there any stopping you? I see what you mean, "find the wonder in the things around you", like saying that everything is a miracle, everything is great, and everything, well everything is amazing...I just wish I could accept that instead of just knowing it.
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