No fear too dear to impress his plan
a planet man.
no doubt... out loudt
harping on NOT's insanity
he fairly primed my vanity
he called me "really crazed"
well, am I wrong, it seemed like praise.
he shouted, "off his rocker."
I demurred and murmured "talker"
He leaped and shrieked " He's Mad!"
I brazen beamed..."Damn Glad!"
Pointing, he laughed,
"far gone". |
The swan that awoke to dawn,
would have believed it done.
but went on from there:
to insist,
and thus a saint.
I faint.
a cynic smile wreaths round our necks
to poison gods.
and tend to garden snakes.
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