AN ACCREATION OF REACTIONS
Things I don't know and it's all
too late now: Who built those
pyramids, and how? The toney
Marvelettes and the whole singing
chorus - one after the other of
voices like lions in a forest. The
slow accumulation of doubts.
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Who made these things? And who
brought them out? Must I leave
now - already - still seeking? I
want to know what the Manna
from Heaven really was. I want
to taste of iniquity, and even Pilate's
stupid doubts. I wonder as I wander
out. Truth? What is truth? and who
will bring it out?
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