Yet the World Still Moves On
Soaring to the outskirts of the demands being made,
In this world by suffocating gentlemen shaking hands but not getting paid.
The relevance of what lies below makes no sense to them,
As if any transcendence to the most fathomable possibilities were slow,
And the camera can take snapshot after snapshot on the go.
Still the blank canvas creeps to such an alternative degree.
That even if the light above your head flashed, you still could not see.
The depravities of the self-less inner case,
Cannot be transferred unless a whole is cut through the base,
The prescribed perception only lies.
And some people dance and some people die.
– Everett
Stay Positive and Personify
Garth E. Beyer