THAT HALLOWED WAY
Shamed by circumstance, some men struggle
to survive, while others to perform will strive.
Those lights, deep and long, in the caverns,
they yet - nonetheless - shine. All men are
God-like; it's all mankind. That hallowed
way will, I know, move me along. There are
no forces better than that, nothing more strong.
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The soul man is flipping cards. He dances
while yet singing; does his magic play upon
the stage as jittery as some spastic moron
shaking hands. Everyone bows down for
this stuff : a pope, a manager, the titular
head of some nasty foreign land.
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When God returns, I know a million men
who'll want to beam it live, broadcast for
the millions and more. It's all so stupid when
you think about it, and all been done before.
There's no corner of the world it wouldn't
reach, but there's no sense worrying that now.
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Once, visiting Paris was all the rage : scaling
philosophy with talkers of rage, drinking deep
coffee at outdoor cafes. People would sit,
drinking their Campari and just comparing notes.
Then, one fine, elastic day, the last phone rang
and took it all away. Someone answered, and
the vast, unending cosmos started talking back.
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Shamed anew, by circumstance, some men
struggle while others dance. This world
is a very powerful place.
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