"why don't you,"
said the Lofty Man
warily considering me,
*"sing of the Sublime
the Grand, The Divine?
Sing you of the Uncommon
the Mystery
of the Spiritual, the Religious
of the Incomprehensible -
why don't you?"*
"Cos," I said,
pushing the toothpick
between my teeth
(the ****** food bits always get stuck in between),
*"I've been
to the mountain top there
and I've seen the Sublime
is just O so, so Common
so battered Trivial"*
(Then I spat out the food bits -
O it was Divine Bliss, just like in post-coital)
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 4:45 AM UTC
"why don't you,"
said the Lofty Man
warily considering me,
*"sing of the Sublime
the Grand, The Divine?
Sing you of the Uncommon
the Mystery
of the Spiritual, the Religious
of the Incomprehensible -
why don't you?"*
"Cos," I said,
pushing the toothpick
between my teeth
(the ****** food bits always get stuck in between),
*"I've been
to the mountain top there
and I've seen the Sublime
is just O so, so Common
so battered Trivial"*
(Then I spat out the food bits -
O it was Divine Bliss, just like in post-coital)
Alternative title: "On the Sublime"
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