APTITUDE FOR
MANUFACTURE
Oh your heavenly lamp still shines;
unremitting works of lamplight for
the body and the mind. I once was a
cave-dweller too : the model of ideal
was mass-pictures in the park. Death
rides a cruel horse and fair maidens,
in the dangling youth, get swept
away. For those who have no light,
the illumination must be falsely made.
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Let us go then, you and I, and lay
ourselves upon this table, etherized,
yes, to, by own own pale ignorance
of all that we are, otherwise, able to
create. Not this sham world in a
thicket of doubt, but a real world
where even the Nature and the trees
shut back of joyous moments.
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