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SQUINT

What good shoe resists a polish
And collects the dirt of yesterday.
Lo! below their uppers, soles grey.

Rhythm without musicality.
Mortality without reason,
Religion without morality.


How the cow kings spat
In the mouths of the common people,
Lest their decrees be soiled.

And the Cat Queen fell cast
Defined in gold, jewels and brass
Deaf to her maker's prayers.

Lo! Let them squint and ask anew
For that which cannot be seen,
Except when viewed with the heart.
Written by whale
Published | Edited 8th Jun 2014
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