Reality is the Irregularity of the Past.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Upon The Midnight Oil Burning

Upon the midnight oil burning

Mine eye caught wind, the apparition,

And shot what gaze in fear left for looking

That I heard the last grain, Gravity, sanction'd

Upon the whale fat, flamed and simmering

Caught an airy vagrant-belt, Orion's Constellation,

A dipper in the cauldron sky above the God's own booking

And I took from, with my quill, and down in ethereal mission;

My walkings and traditions by the lamp,

With numbers and brazen catastrophe,

Unhinged by Noble, semi-colon stamps,

The Truth, Faith allowed beyond all knowledge be:

What has ne'er been the eternal figure,

Hast, by this hand and brow, t'grow and linger!

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