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Oct 2018
The wiser men before
Locked the space behind a door
Festooned the porch with many lights
That shone on starkly

The door, enshrouded by a pane
Which reflects the kneeling vain
Onto themselves, which they praise
It is bliss to love yourself

Obey, dear Felicity
False is the design
But that is divinity
Muddled as the Rhine
As benign as your father
As cruel as your friend
As vast as the plain
Perceived to no end

The eyes endure
And so will the sky
The mind declines
And so will the sky
There is no incline
We’ve seen it all before
In the footsteps of the world
Yes, you see

We’d all love to see who we could be
Gods would follow that in earnest
It’s we who lark and cease to free
The contrivance of our furnace
Derrek Faraday
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Derrek Faraday  18/M/A Heironymous Bosch piece
(18/M/A Heironymous Bosch piece)   
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