February 23, 2009
I woke to glimpse a waxing truth
In dreaming guise but soul of sooth;
Before me, ‘tween God’s singing stars
And Devil’s hellish dog-like roars
I saw four Souls, Essential Man
Sans trifling tongue or tribe or time:
The snuffling piggish snout did snort,
Mouth yumming crumbling slop and chum;
The braying warrior belting cries
‘fore charging bravely ‘to the fray;
The lilting voice of lover’s glowed,
What softly speaking Sophist's knew;
But Man, alone ‘twixt Heav’n and earth,
Man the slave of sorrow and mirth,
Did sing his dreaming phantasy
Alone did tell and hear Story!
Glory to God Alone.
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