It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which Titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall;
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
......
It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore
The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
Myself to set foot
That second
In the still sleeping town and set forth.
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AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED
It is considered low to talk about food.
The fact is: they have
Already eaten.
The lowly must leave this earth
Without having tasted
Any good meat.
For wondering where they come from and
......
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
......
Am
I know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go;
But the fact stands clear that I am here
In this world of pleasure and woe.
And out of the mist and the murk
Another truth shines plain –
It is my power each day and hour
To add to its joy or its pain.
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De lucht is zwaar van stemmen
iedereen spreekt,maar weinig wordt gezegd.
De waarheid is dichtbij
terwijl de leugen van ver af
dichtbij probeert te komen
een fluistering die zich voordoet als adem,
een schaduw die zich voordoet als hand.
Ik kijk en zie
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science branded itself as sheaves with makeup.
(sheaves in foundation,
mascarad axioms,
blush of p-values.)
religion became voids stuffed with hymns,
empty chalices,
polished to blinding.
philosophy started to look like badly glued cech nerves.
each suture a tautology, each overlap a wound.
zero sum game epistemology
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It doesn't raise its voice.
It doesn't ask to be believed.
It simply remains-
quiet,
unshaken,
watching the noise pass.
The truth that doesn't lie
sits in the space between
what was said
......
It does not shout.
It waits,
still,
unmoving,
until you are ready
to stop pretending.
Truth has no mercy,
but it has no malice either.
It simply is.
......
If you stand for a reason,
Be ready to stand alone.
Like a tree,
Rooted deep,
Even when the wind mocks,
Even when the birds leave,
Even when shadows grow longer
And the soil beneath you turns cold.
Because truth
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