from the room the distant seas
resounded and compounded
filled the space till all I heard
were waters crashed and pounded
and Nietzsche utters Superman
and “God is a conjecture”
Zarathustra keeps on speaking
of the figs in every lecture
pulling the ears of Italy
and drawing the eyes of England
except Lucy who in her heart has found
a potion of a new blend
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 7:25 PM UTC
from the room the distant seas
resounded and compounded
filled the space till all I heard
were waters crashed and pounded
and Nietzsche utters Superman
and “God is a conjecture”
Zarathustra keeps on speaking
of the figs in every lecture
pulling the ears of Italy
and drawing the eyes of England
except Lucy who in her heart has found
a potion of a new blend