Pull "The dog says: 'Bark'"
Pull "The cat says: 'Meow'"
Pull "The human says: 'The human says: 'The human says: 'The human says: 'The human says: 'The human says:......
The human says: 'I can understand that.'
Sternly command that.
shear and plow and smelt and can that
I can make a plan
to catch and **** and roast and feast
on that hard quill and bristle beast
And I can stain his image on the living rock
no, not to mock
But to remember what feats we drew
up from ourselves
As the javelins flew
My hands are clever
They chip the stone, and scrape the wood,
and wind the sinew
My tongue is cleverer still
My words are the creeping shadow of my thoughts
And just as a shadow is drawn along behind,
and stretches in the late dying sun
And snaps to attention in the noonday swelter, to heel, obedient
My words precede me, and linger behind, and snap to my side to attack
And defend
And manipulate
For well you know, dear reader
That words move men to move mountains
They can drive him to brave the tusks and teeth
And reward him with praise, as the fire flickers against portraiture
Of a hundred beasts
Deadly, proud, roaring
And in the end, delicious.
How splendid am I
To suss out basic truths
From straight-line scratches
In the dirt
I can learn the rules
of all that ever was
And to learn, is to understand,
is to become unfettered
I can cleave, dissect, ***** inject
And figure it all out
And learn from a loosing bout
Every monster brought low
will be investigated
To see how we can end him easier
Until the last monster
Is man himself
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
Pull "The dog says: 'Bark'"
Pull "The cat says: 'Meow'"
Pull "The human says: 'The human says: 'The human says: 'The human says: 'The human says: 'The human says:......
The human says: 'I can understand that.'
Sternly command that.
shear and plow and smelt and can that
I can make a plan
to catch and **** and roast and feast
on that hard quill and bristle beast
And I can stain his image on the living rock
no, not to mock
But to remember what feats we drew
up from ourselves
As the javelins flew
My hands are clever
They chip the stone, and scrape the wood,
and wind the sinew
My tongue is cleverer still
My words are the creeping shadow of my thoughts
And just as a shadow is drawn along behind,
and stretches in the late dying sun
And snaps to attention in the noonday swelter, to heel, obedient
My words precede me, and linger behind, and snap to my side to attack
And defend
And manipulate
For well you know, dear reader
That words move men to move mountains
They can drive him to brave the tusks and teeth
And reward him with praise, as the fire flickers against portraiture
Of a hundred beasts
Deadly, proud, roaring
And in the end, delicious.
How splendid am I
To suss out basic truths
From straight-line scratches
In the dirt
I can learn the rules
of all that ever was
And to learn, is to understand,
is to become unfettered
I can cleave, dissect, ***** inject
And figure it all out
And learn from a loosing bout
Every monster brought low
will be investigated
To see how we can end him easier
Until the last monster
Is man himself