the platonic forms are just not there
reality is what we all have made
there are no beings of the upper air
there's no perfect forming of a square
under the sun is only light and shade
the platonic forms are just not there
thinking about it drives you spare
all you have to do is make the grade
there are no beings of the upper air
the shadows on the wall are not a snare
all that is done will one day come to fade
the platonic forms are just not there
life is enough to make the holy swear
but everything we have will be arrayed
there are no beings of the upper air
what matters in the end is that we dare
all things that might make us afraid
the platonic forms are just not there
there are no beings of the upper air
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
09 February 2007
engage
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