Because the night....
gender on a bender, so no more hesitation:
Galileo, Newton, the republic of the mind,
Seeing is believing, so tumble into line.
One dusky-dusty-time-consuming evening long ago
the empirical method revealed in the melting of the snow:
time’s fatal munificence, that good old ebb and flow,
living is believing in rain or sleet or snow.
in this stone-hearted nation,
for the problem of evil,
will never go away.
or the greed of today?
My blood turned to wine
argues from design.
an elixir of weed.
Apothecaries come
Apothacaries go
whilst the hollow men abide
far below the snow.
we hear a- keening and a-preening,
as they rise, so will they fall;
the wise-women say, in a crystal ball.
All poets are liars:
telling tall tales
since before Adam's fall.
<Deleted User> (32907)
Tue 29th Mar 2022 19:59
Lovely words, John. Thanks.🎈