To Contradict the Wise


To Contradict the WiseThe madness of the muse is ever-spentOn bringing tears to anger that is rentAcross the tearing heart and tearing eyesOf champions who have seen the Mysteries.The Mysteries, they are too much to bearBy mortal mind or soul or have you where?This one is but to contradict the wise,And that is for perplexity of size.Too broad, too wide–recursive is the wayUpon which masters try and fall awayFor it is for the meek and humble oneTo follow and not ask if we are done.What worth is there in all the worldly mind?For simple is the Truth, and Love’s way–fine!

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