What if one’s duty
Was in truth and in beauty.
Can you let me know?
What if the very
Final, extraordinary
May well overflow?
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Sonnet II: Custodians
But they managed their deeds without casting
Down… as you wretched will usually try.
They have made exaltation their duty;
Men… they shall cleanse of your odious taint.
They have filled our museums with beauty,
Then… they discarded your splatters of paint.
They have tossed out your volumes of garble,
Not… fit for lining the cage of a skunk.
They’ve exalted our beauty in marble
Wrought… when they crushed all your piles of junk.
And your music and verse is forgotten
Guff… with its horrible discordant clash.
They’ve divested the Earth of that rotten
Stuff… when they threw out the rest of the trash.
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Intro 2: Cleansed
Rape thou not these Gods
For We shall clean all of thee
From out Our ravaged world.
Sonnet I: Warriors
Have the Gods of the Copybook Headings,
Tall… by you wretched deceivers controlled;
By the Knights of the Copybook spreading,
All… of the truths of your lies will be told.
They have burned all the books you have written;
When… all your books were rewritten with lies;
They’ve uncovered the books you have hidden,
Then… they have ripped from your face its disguise.
They have cast you to fall from the towers,
How… they, you ‘surpers, they’ve torn from their thrones.
Though you’ve cast your aspersions by hours,
Now… you’ll be lucky to pick though the bones.
Not a gauntlet was raised nor contrasting
Frown… for they did it by lifting us high.
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Intro 1: The Knights of the Copybook Headings
To Rudyard Kipling:
I have seen what thou hast seen;
And praise its return!
Romanticism
Hath breathed, for thee, new breath.
Through electricity.
Sonnet VII: Gilded Fire
What gilded fire hast thou within me lit
When once thou hast so deep thy fingers prest;
What hale, such perfection doth acquit
When light-acquainted fire doth bestow?
From lightest dost thou brush, to deepest touch;
For verge thou mee as though of thine possessed:
From out thy mastery, ownership as such
For mee, this fiery lightning set aglow.
May’ once, an I escape thee, light as well;
Might fire as hast thou lit be thus expressed;
May’ hearty lightning mine, and flame impel;
Might I, thine elements alight, thee know?
Can I, thy lightning’s fyre, reflect as blest;
Come I, as thy desire shall overflow?
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Intro 7: Unabashed
An encore of sorts,
A sequence is at an end
But it demandeth.
So calleth now this
To occupy. What soul this?
What hath I then wrought?
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