Let me speak, show to you heavenly Ideas exist
Contemplate the virtuous, the Just, the Evil.
Ponder the Real, the not-Real, the (meta) physics.
By when you think exist, the truth out there
You touch your Head
Look to the air
Peep into the cracks of polluted man and have its Light smack
You to the Right.
Follow it slowly and suspiciously.
Fumes, inhale deeply
Behaviour erratically or calmly.
Pontificate Form Truth.
Hold tight, embed the Illuminating crack in the mind=I.
Set camp.
In this act speak loudly
Clearly
Concisely
- Sometimes
(Speak loudly) .
Form Truth, Heavenly Kind, is not earthly bound.
Evaporates from body hastily,
Escapes loosely, dangling tip of tongue.
For we are Men, not Form Truth.
Heed now, the Heavenly Idée Be.
(Davis, CA. Fall 2013)
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