The world requested that i seeThe age demanded that we dance
and jammed us into iron pants
-- E. Hemingway
everything not done to me
and when i finished listening
to angels crying while they'd sing
I found a place to rest my feet
far from the noises that you meet
on any thoroughfare nearby
the oracle that answers "Why
ask me about things I know not
when the city round you falls to rot?
Go out and seek the truth in deeds
follow pain with pity where'er it leads."
And in the end the age was handed
the sort of shit that it demanded