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So speaks the dumb
I've got God under my thumb,
So speaks the wise,
If only God was a crumb
so I could eat him whole,
Generous kings cry
God is on my side,
and the jester knows the king is blind,
The hunter knows only forest
the air is God the most,
The blind scream with glee
vision needs not a host,
The blissful say nothing,
for in doing so, God makes something.
When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
