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The Poet’s Blithe Delight
Never to be understood
for one standing in time,
illusion, built on matter
Where bone shadows light,
as this contracting force
empties my heart of a sight
As a reason, if say no truth
through incandescent rhyme,
so shall I live, so shall live I,
The fool's lot in life;
enlightenment for fools,
and the kings that open wide.
for one standing in time,
illusion, built on matter
Where bone shadows light,
as this contracting force
empties my heart of a sight
As a reason, if say no truth
through incandescent rhyme,
so shall I live, so shall live I,
The fool's lot in life;
enlightenment for fools,
and the kings that open wide.
Published 3rd Dec 2014
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3rd Dec 2014 4:47am
never to be understood: a poem's fate, at least on the surface. that's why we dive so foolishly into it's reason...
3rd Dec 2014 11:49am
I'd always thought cognition
was something to do with spark
plugs...
but then, after all,
perhaps it
is..:)
was something to do with spark
plugs...
but then, after all,
perhaps it
is..:)
3rd Dec 2014 7:23pm
3rd Dec 2014 9:40pm
4th Dec 2014 6:46am
