new moon moaning

at times it seems the perplexities of complication confound us of the simple mind.

yet it is the perplexity of the simple that most confounds those of the species human who might notice such things.

the remaining ninety-nine percent of the crowd slovenly sops and slurps at troughs provided by overseers.

after all is said and done everything sounds like everything else -- inexplicably -- all to begin again, repetitions countless.

this apparently mutates into something -- tangible -- until it resumes evaporation, fading ultimately, evanescent into the ethers.

-- jvt