"Know Thyself"
The Oracle hath said.
Frame it fuzzy-sharp
within a Z!
Truths (and lies)
of identity
is I rubbing up against
me, he, she,
Or they, we, it(s):
Beau Solei penetrates
the deepest pits!
Shine bright, shine long
Sing a sparkle song
Have no fear of being wrong.
Calls and responses:
moon to seas
sun to leaves
loaves to fishes
gluttons to pastry dishes
Christ to the cross
the shade to the moss
light to dark
the city to the park
the creator to the art
the tract to the fart
Continue on off
to infinity
arrive at the start
you Po me! |
