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Poem Details
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| Title: | Fools Paradise |
| Author: | Jim |
| Date Submitted: | 9/22/2009 |
| Email: | jimellner@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
Thirteen pieces to the puzzle Known to some as a dogma Worn smooth over the eons Others frighten by the fits of hysteria One fourth of the nation called it a mystifier I honor it with the nostalgias of antiquity From outside it looked schizophrenic Witches were in kindle at the stake Hierarchies ruled with castigation Me a mere child picked through the aged dogma All on my own, but for the renegades of literature Intuitively knowing there was nothing to know Just the mystery of the morning light No plans and space immeasurable Man the superstitious hunter, looking for omens With a mind full of conjugation Strange pastime happenstance universe... |