CONTINUATION

A mural of perfection i sought in the dark
as my soul scattered with the constellars of heaven
yearned rest, 'ay rest from the void within
chromes of fluid passions
palettes of refined certitude

I savor this sotto-voce that rages within me
I am drunk belly full in afflatus
but each moment drowns the other
till inanity i stare in my vacant eye

I sought the wisdom of trees
I drank the pierran spring
Immersed in the eureka tub,
I dared to dream of falling apples

wherefore i can now tell
that thou art not in the skies
nor in the belly of my soul
neither in the onus of afflatus
but where thou art none knows...

TO BE CONTINUED...
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