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Layers of Lives
© 2004, Roy Stucky

The rational man with the razor blade mind
The streets that I travel were made long ago.
Beneath all appearance a hunger remains,
The climber approached to the ultimate peak,

Says ethics rear bigots our progress derides.
The builders have perished for all that I know.
A longing for something I can't even name.
Aflame with the struggle he'd come far to seek.

Layers of Lives seem at random and vain.
Pattern discernment is hard to attain.
Layers of Lives seem at random and vain.
Who will break through to the key in the name?

We're far too refined for that ancient design
I'm startled to find I've already begun
Success is a term I can't seem to define,
He found many bodies of those fallen short

To bear any fruit on our humanist vine.
Contesting a race that I've never seen run.
A treasure I wonder if anyone finds.
Of standing as kings on that highest of courts.

Layers of Lives seem at random and vain.
Pattern discernment is hard to attain.
Layers of Lives seem at random and vain.
Who will break through to the key in the name?


Human beings are staggeringly multi-dimensional. The revolution of human life cannot be televised. Even media idols are more than they appear. This is most true about The Media Idol.

Real stanzas are each line number in each stanza, i.e. first lines, second lines, etc., name of song and Name of Jesus, title has four syllables, as in every fourth line. All around the base of the idol to self are piled bodies.