Wednesday, January 18, 2023

No Real Scotsman

In, in, endless curtain!
Death's but a lying light, an affluent spectator  
That slinks and swans her age beneath the house
And now is seen continually: it is a head
Untold by a genius, empty of sight and calm,
Understanding everything. 

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