Teaser
How long will the seat remain on the ground?
It should be floating by now,
Could be on windy air or warm water around!
Neither will it prevent,
Nor allow.
It is full with beings,
Ears covered with stings,
Eyes closed with thoughts,
Knees marked
With bruised knots.
Mind has borrowed scratches in turn,
Legs limping without work to earn,
Hands heavy pushing the wall of dissent,
Tooth and claw crippled
With words thrown and sent
El Dorado and Xanadu have lost their ways to Eden?
Nothing gained nothing lost in the bargain!
Beggars begging beggars everywhere,
Without a drop of corn.
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