I seek your secret, I desire to pry
behind your eyes, beyond the barricade
to where the λόγος will destroy the lie.
In my young mind, my heart wishes to fly
above the sound of the daily parade.
I seek your secret, I desire to pry
into the image held within your eye:
The truths behind them, the eternal fade
to where the λόγος will destroy the lie.
You cannot, at this stage, stand and deny
you could not with your strength achieve the grade.
I seek your secret, I desire to pry.
What I and the loud avians descry
is a new city just where all clouds shade
to where the λόγος will destroy the lie.
You did not realize I was so sly,
nor that I found the traces that you made.
I sought your secret, I desired to pry
to where the λόγος will destroy the lie.
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