5359. OF ALL CODE REDS AND CODE WORDS

OF ALL CODE REDS 

AND CODE WORDS

I shall by this time tomorrow already have climbed the

mountain and left this all behind : the lethargy of tired folk,

the Summer overalls of Sunday farmers and their blueberry

smocks. Everything we do, it seems, the cold world mocks.

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I shall keep it simple and divine. Hold one hand clasped to

my heart, and the other to my mind. Letting loose and letting

go together mean different things : one is the goodness of Art 

and Life, the other is the anarchic flow and rule of another form

of reason and another form of rant. The sort from which all

wars and conflicts grow : the seeding of errant things, the

path grown sour and overgrown by untrimmed rubbish.

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I lift my lamp? Really, really, to nothing at all  -  

but oh it glows a lovely glow.