1426
Plato
in a forest of this rain, breeze dreaming
the cave is
God’s mind
clamour
till dark is
here’s
smoke
all a month
with now
knows us by
name
see a way
clear
slept past
here’s a
philosopher king
bright
plumage
rug for
pride
guess an
end of this dilation
find winged
all sorts
lost to be
just with a
little prompt
there are
things
you might
remember having known
Plato has a
gun
is holed up
in the Academy
the whole
scheme’s doomed
we know
about the Big Bang now
learned in
the Planetarium
(isn’t that
where we are?)
as the
mosquito can tell our kind
with one
bite
sleep
a picture
of a bed
and here’s
the candlelight
he’s
smoking again
told him
and told him
but flit
later there’ll
be neo-magic
that will
take some nous
gather the
facts
and file away
you
may be of use later
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