The Reason It Was 42

The Reason It Was 42 Logarithmic patterns pulsate through The plates of plaster, bleeding faster Than ever did the sun spill forth its Rays unto the earth. We build to build: the scaffold stands To set its final hour. The bricks are layed to tear down What it stood on to stand after. Foundations find an end result, Forcloses what was needed. The answers bar the question And new questions stand on these. Life grows hard and then grows short. It complicates and then reduces. Computers see its malleability: Fold, therefore it's fourty-two.