MAGISTER LUDI
I've read all that Hesse stuff; been
Glass-Bead Game'd to death. Now I have
to look backwards and just marvel at the
ground; all those things I've passed. I once
loved everyone, then I once loved no one at
all, then I once more loved the world. Some
creep at the deli said 'Listen pal, I'll believe
that when I see the holes in your hands.'
I didn't take offense, just went on my way.
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There no sense seeking solace in a boat
that's filled with holes. Sooner or later,
the real depths are 'gonna get you.
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