A Last Missive
In my mind, questions
are staging an official
investigation of wisdom.
It seems threatening, I think,
to notice the universe
is a creaky, warped plank --
the expected sort of
artistic license, I might admire.
I can feel the machine
in my mind — question
betraying question, almost
lyrical. In answer, nothing
but grudging approval. Hope
not satisfied. The subject closed.
Source: King, Stephen, The Plant, Philtrum Press, pages 35-37
to notice the universe
is a creaky, warped plank --
the expected sort of
artistic license, I might admire.
I can feel the machine
in my mind — question
betraying question, almost
lyrical. In answer, nothing
but grudging approval. Hope
not satisfied. The subject closed.
Source: King, Stephen, The Plant, Philtrum Press, pages 35-37
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