A Hymn to Ubiquity
This is a hymn to Ubiquity,
wherever I may find you.
'It' has stopped raining. The
ubiquitous has ceased to precipitate.
'They' say...
The ubiquitous bears rumours profligate.
I'm sorry, but I hesitate;
I'm failing to appreciate that
mankind in its present state
is not equipped to penetrate the
myth that we would perpetrate
regarding what's appropriate for
humans to assimilate!
Pray tell - exactly what has
stopped raining? Pray tell, who are 'They'?
Pray tell - Pray to what? Tell
who?
You tell me; tell me this:
we are stocked up to here with these
pre-packed profundities, sayings
and proverbs and quite erudite
ditties, legends and folklore
and tales of societies, gathered
and garnered and nurtured and
cared for by scholars and wallahs
who know what they're there for
and suddenly we're short of a
metaphor for the ubiquitous.
'It' doesn't rain. 'They'
don't exist. Does it matter?
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DRAGGIE
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